Lyrics:
the southwestern tracks
That dead ends in the two-bit bars
The promise was broken, I was far away from home
Sleeping in the back seat of a borrowed car
heart was broken by a single show
Who's gonna stand who's gonna fall I really wanna know
I grew up with a lot of love in a happy home
My daddy use
to say goodbye
These words won’t get us by
And we move in different lives
Cuz I’m broken and I’m soulless but you could never know this
And we move in
now you in a cell tryin' to post bail by mornin'
CHORUS:
[Starang]:Now in the back of my mind, yo I really do hope
[Tek]:that motherfuckers out here
raising
Raised in hell collecting shells off pavements hail from a broken home with loving hatred slightly favoured
Certainly nobody in the making firm
I live on a battlefield
Surrounding by the ruins of a love we built
And them destroyed between us
The smoke has cleared
As I stumble through
opponent crumble
Like the shack that I live in the house that I rent from him
[Roach infested I'm sure that the rats are nesting
The heat doesn't work he
of broken dreams.
I wonder where you are;
Are you satisfied
To go through life with a chill in your soul,
And a memory that lives by your side?
Don't
What's your name?
Ace
Ace
Acito?
Yeah
You live in the neighbourhood, right?
Yeah
Look, I gotta get out of here, man, I gotta get back
Uh,
anointment lives,
The points I give
When I'm writing, givin' up my ribs
My adam shit
A broken lover but I'm adamant
My adam shit
A broken lover but I'm adamant
You ever feel broken
You ever feel hopeless
Got the world on my shoulders
Poured my heart into the ocean
You ever feel broken
You ever feel hopeless
Goodbye shouldn't hurt this bad
Loved ones stolen away
Still missing the lives they had
It didn't have to be this way
Goodbye shouldn't hurt this bad
you didn't know
Now you've finally found a welcome home
Did it come naturally? You a
Million miles from home
When you tried so carefully to live
A life
I see it, there's only one way home
I'm a child of a backseat freedom, baptized by rock and roll
Marilyn Monroe and the Garden of Eden, never grow
case
I do my dirt by myself
Round get erased
You get down bad with me round
I'ma spray you down like a roach in tha project
Either get it in your dome,
Bad as a van by the Mississippi with the ghost of Chris Farley come at night to visit
That's the life of many in the city get the poor passed down with
scared to know myself too deeply
When broken by a violence I didn't expect
Closed to the heart where grief nested and made home of hearth
A pain that took
to prison
But he feeling like jail's a better home to live in
Least he get a small bed and some warm linen
He said shit that's a guarantee
Three hot's
a bottle of champagne taking about
Harry, Joe, and Dick and Bobby and what they ain't got
And they live down in the lower development homes, and you won't
USA USA Came from Africa live in USA
USA USA came from Africa live in USA
Home of corrupt cops where white kids bust shots
Segregate certain spots
shit
We keep a roach lit
Live by the ocean
LA to Oakland
Like, no shit
I told you no mids
We on that high-grade
We curing migraines
Like
I smoke a lot
now
If you could see me
I could have just let it be
But you better read my lips
You can not manipulate me by accompanying our friends
Sure look you'll
done this shit in my life I might
Just go to sleep are you sure I won’t die
Fell asleep at 8 and took my ass home in the morning
Night before my
young star player Mixed wit a head koach
Dis a real exotic strand ima smoke it roach
Katch a body kill em in his hand leave a note
Any body playin wit
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