Lyrics:
the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now
So long, so long, so long, he's been away
So long, so long, so long, he's back again
When I turned seventeen
We had passion, we had dreams
Space cowboy..
Space cowboy, the real McCoy
Electrical all over like a Super Nova astroid
Crash it back down to Earth
With a six shooter computer eyes
Three feet tall
With a head like a bowling ball
Can't get up from where you fall
D'you bring this back to me?
What's it for?
Stood in
When you move in right up close to me
That's when I get the shakes all over me
Quivers down my back bone
I've got the shakes down the kneebone
When you move in right up close to me
That's when I get the shakes all over me
Quivers down my back bone
I've got the shakes down the kneebone
to chill back when
Smoking a blunt and sipping on a Heineken
Long time no see
Whatcha been doing?
Is everything alright?
I know you know, that I been
pounds of back bacon
Three French toast
Two turtlenecks
And a beer
In a tree, see you need more (oh, yeah)
The fifth day of Christmas
My true love
side
With a little help, by morning I won't feel no pain
Never thought I'd wind up this far behind
Just a couple years back, we had it made
I was
The baby stopped crying, like we advertised
Take a deep breath
Suburban Solutions has your back
We've come to the end, put up your feet
Come to the end
Block, all we know is redrum
Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum
Nigga, all we know is (redrum)
Ridin' in the back, it's a May' (it's a May')
Thirty-two
down
You and I, I
Ridin' Harleys in Hawaii, I
I'm on the back, I'm holdin' tight, I
Want you to take me for a ride, ride
When I hula-hula, hula
And he didn't know what it meant to be a human being
Easy, stop fucking resisting, back up, back up
What the fuck, I'm standing right here
I'm not
You ain't big unless you're big in Alabama
Don't know who you are unless you made it in Wichita
Gotta get back to Kansas
Or at least southern
talkin' bout? (Ha)
Dolph, man, man, that's my partner, nigga (Hhaha)
We go way back, man, I'm talkin' 'bout the
How many niggas you know I still got from
Do crime all the time
With a nickel, play some and a pocket full of dime
Backing up a quarter back in 1999
With the scale low weight but I'm
understand
Why they treat us so mean
No, we don't understand it at all
But we'll do our best
To stand the test
And we'll never turn back no more (the big,
run a mile
Chorus
And you've been riding in them rock and roll cars
You want to be a back seat star
And 'cos you ain't got into trouble so far
So you
high
And I won't hold back
I'll be coming like a storm
I won't hold back
I'll be coming soon
I'm coming soon
You're about to find another place you can
could take us back to there and then
But you can feel it for the first time, the second time
You can feel it for the first time, the second time
I
Being back here makes me hot in the face
Hot blood in my pulsing veins
Heavy memories weighing on my brain
Hot and heavy in the basement of your
(Aero)
Shh
Rah, rah
(Ayy, run it back Sluzyyy)
Skrrah
Jumped out the porch, then made a pit stop at the bank (let's go)
Like I'm playing
themselves devour.
Show me war.
Show me pestilence.
Show me the blood red hands of retribution.
And the abyss stares back.
Leviathan I.
And the abyss stares
I'll give it back to you
Did you think that you could have a way
To save your heart for a rainy day
Now did you think you could hide away
Saving your
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