Lyrics:
To know what it means
When the brain throbs to warn of symptoms that ride along
With this potion made by the trauma one distills
Inside their
call.
On the Trail of Broken Treaties
Anna Mae took a stand.
Building bunkers at Wounded Knee,
defending sacred land.
Slipping in, slipping out behind
I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
It was the hexagram
I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
It was the hexagram
a clue but it's a trilogy
If by chance you get this message
Vapor air will take you there
I've been hiding imperfections
Bring them with you make
the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
rillos
Imitators
Cough smoke
Over vapor
Lip resin
Sip Something
Unforgiving
Roll up
Aim sprits
Snap image
Tap picture
Go figure
You lost hope
I'm just a flimsy cardboard cutout
Of the shadow of the shade
Of the vapor that I used to be
I need to get beeped tonight
So put on your business
vapors, and biblical papers
Smokin exodus, every square yard is plush
Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression
Leaves impressions, try
vapors, and biblical papers
Smokin Exodus, every square yard is plush
Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression
leaves impressions, try
the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee,
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
starlight and dewdrops are awaiting thee.
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Led by the moonlight have
the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
I just wanna crawl into your bunker yeah
We could take a little trip over to your apartment
A lot kisses on your cheeks and where you want 'em
Imma
to flex in the harbor
My lil cutie getting sexy in Georgia
Know some shooters by the Mexican boarder
Fuck Trump chump word to my Migos
You don’t fuck
Nothing beside remains
Entombed in their bunkers
Clinging to the world powered by the black fuel
Blinded by hubris
Encased in slag as the wasteland burns
to let by
Every threat they was sending I had to let fly
Just stand on all that business don't let em signify you
Fell off and it been a minute just take
Ciddu!
Molo!
Hey!
In bunker di nuovo come i vecchi tempi
Dove tutto è iniziato
E se questo e l'ultimo passo dico...
Oh ma quando esce l'album?
Sì, sì
that 38 on me
I'm gone ride without my lil homies
Doing dirt yea, str8 by my lonely
Yea I'm coming if u take something from me
Yea I'm coming if u take
evil eye multiply human heart
More voices more fists is a beauty mark
Raise our voices don't just get by
Hey! Hey!
Some wanna watch others fall down
steady
Wondering would you be my little quarantine?
Or is this the way it ends?
'Cause I told you my level of concern
But you walked by like you never
Lock down the bunker
Cover us under
Blankets of proof
That your feelings shine through
Hide us from the outside
Shield us from the tidal wave
Welsh thin reader
Tearing up half of what was picked up at once
By my nightstand lamp handle vodka til its gone
Drink til thinks are toppled over
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