Lyrics:
to the wild land
Soft touch long left the man
Your dreams they haunt his head
But still he tries to lay down in this bed
Well this lifestyle to some is
A cold apocalypse
An undertaker, that will put man in his tomb
Blackened by this virulent disease, a creeping killer
One by one succumb to the arch
pockets
I planted a gun
A horse is waiting
Don't call him by his name
Shoot the winner
And ride into the sun
I'll be waiting
By the only road sign
In
the boys have stopped talking
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
the boys have stopped talking
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Karl Kani's, on my behind
So when you see me comin
Nigga gots to break wild
Ed Lover, Ed got love - for the other side
Hah yeah (it go like this, like
I'm the king of the dead, I'm with killers and murderers
Why they claim we unknown, you know that they heard of us
If you fuck with the opps, then
Take a second and just think about it
How corruption came in little by little and we allowed it
If it's about making life hard, man is for it
Resume
Dried rose petals, red brown circles
Framed your eyes and stained your knuckles
And all those lonely nights down by the river
Brought me bread
This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached
He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back
He's an animal
He's hungry
understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for
stairs
There is this silence in the Badlands
And over Kansas the whole universe was stilled
By the whisper of a prayer
The whisper of a prayer
movement
Is dictated by self-serving intentions?
How do I know this rap deserves attention
And ain’t just a lame attempt to
Soothe the sense of my own
knuckles
Dried rose petals, red brown circles
Framed your eyes and stained your knuckles
And all those lonely nights down by the river
Brought me bread
(whats up?)
Now you know what fuckin' set he's claimin'
A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin'
And just when you think everything is calm
That
major Cause that drip on me is major, major
We goin' wild, we goin' major We goin' wild, we goin' major
Like its litmus paper
Dip me in, I change that
piranhas, this is my Bogota, fuck it
Leave you hanging upside, kids here's the piñata
Shit gets hectic, in mi casa, carve out that phony placa
Niggas want
(Steel Banglez)
Chyeah
Morrisson
Live by the gun, die by the gun (die by the gun)
But it is what it is if that time ever comes
Because I made
The sky is fallin' and the ground is reachin' up
The river's goin' by and the water's gettin' high and I feel like givin' up
Standin' in
than Jimmer Fredette
Shit you can keep the MVP like Giannis
I respect that shit, I Promise
But the 'Ship Only thing on my mind
Team by my side, this
all soaked in rust
She cried and she prayed for this lonely child
He’ll never come back in from the wild
She cried and she prayed for this lonely child
that bitch by the clitoris
You get spit on shit on hit on get on the dick of this
Slick niggara but you can always call the Nina
A killer in America,
Bin Laden weed
Y'all don't know nothing bout this down South
So I was like, what, what the fuck is Bin Laden weed?
Man he said that shit is like
Bin Laden weed
Y'all don't know nothing bout this down South
So I was like, what, what the fuck is Bin Laden weed?
Man he said that shit is like
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