Lyrics:
Back Of Roses
I'm coming down I'm coming down I'm coming down I'm coming down I'm coming down I'm coming down (x2)
How could you run from me back
by that other government, silently run by the prince's second cousin, silently run by monks, silently run by a military, silently run the factory
I know the money's the mission
I gotta grind to get it
So I don't got time to be playing games
You know my time expensive
I want two Rollies one
fall in love until I say so
Surrounded by her box like a payphone
I'm in her twin peaks, call her Waco
I don't need a gps, I know the way home
Take some,
We look up at the night sky X3
cnd see our past twinkle right by,
The future reflected upon the waters that lie below,
cnd the fleeting present
And that's for real
You niggas don't know shit about me
You ask about me they gone tell you I'm a G
True to the game I'm so Lowkey
Motivated by the money nigga
And then I'll reload
And reload, and reload, and reload, and load
Whole barrel explode!!!!
Nigga I'm T-are-you, that means I'm TRU 2 Da Game
Mention me
decorations breaking up the neutral paint on the walls
The sleeve of a 60s album pressed in Waco is sung by the addicts, straight out of AA
A 3D Buddha scene
test tube baby!
Check one two, check one two
De La Soul, is now back on the map
Long Island, is now back on the map
Good rap music, is now back
soup
I'm saying hey Veruca Salt
Tell me what can I do
Find a golden ticket
How bout number two
A Beuregard's coming
Chewing on her gum
Her Dad square
it ain't got a heart
Only three more hours, until this day is thru
Three more boring hours, might as well be twenty-two
I'm working in a factory, 10
by advertising hundred-dollar jeans
[Chorus x2]
Roswell - rock, rock on
The grassy knoll - rock, rock on
Pyramids on the moon - rock, rock
of guns in the cut that's a must
Two .45s on my waist that's a must
Two tone AP on my wrist that's a must
Stuffing dollars in old rubber bands till they
I watch 'em shut the factories down
Then the foreigners flood into town
They take what's left for half the pay
We can't stand by and just let it
whoever tore you up
Flood up the whole block with paramedics and coroners
I can roll up all by myself and make a street close
Yo you could be twenty deep
condo texas waco
norcal narco vallejo
sending out pack by the payload
plan b do what plan a dont
whos got plug like cable
norcal narco vallejo
y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none (x2)
In the light never see a nigga like me, things collide inside
Open your eyes wide and see
Don't want
a single mom
Telling me she and her two children are just barely getting by
The child support payments come late and sometimes they don't come at all
OUT THE VILLAGE️
Rvdio VLADVS mayne...DCO. D TOWN 2 DA CO
brought my brain to the streets & I left it on a
PAVEMENT
Got my change by my lonely naw
and drinkin beer by noon
he'd tell me about the bulls he'd rode in waco
by nitefall he'd be howlin at the moon
howlin good copenhagen is better than bad
at school
It was then I made a plan involving a derelict factory with a
Vault with two doors
No handles on the inside
Get them trapped in there and I would be
fucked up
This bitch got me fucked up
Ain't trying to do shit
Except catch them big buck bucks
And I think I lucked up
Ruby Ridge, turn this shit to Waco
(Uh huh)
And I'm, stickin', to it (Uh huh)
(2 Chainz) And I'm, stickin', to it (Uh huh)
And I'm, stickin', to it
Velcro, I'm sticking to it, hatin',
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