Lyrics:
and dumped bodies in the motherfuckin' wilderness
I'm a wildebeest, and I'll concealed the piece even after I was busted by Warren Police
You think just
Three brothers, back in the lab
Three minutes on this beat got me feeling so bad
In the club in the crib in the Cadillac
Jamming out to sick beats
Aye, aye, look
I've been scoring in the paint I can't tap out
Told the shawty coming over bring that ass out
All my brothers bring the 30 and the mac
the cars out there and all the brothers
That like to front in their rides
Check it out
You know it's funky, funky, funky 'cos you heard it from hear-say
the cars out there and all the brothers
That like to front in their rides
Check it out
You know it's funky, funky, funky 'cos you heard it from hear-say
with his eye open, keep his metal smokin'
Young wasted minds, fiendin' on dimes, cokin'
Forgot kids quick to break rules, and known to make fools
Out
I'm the evil brother of Gabriel
I was cast into the darkness by Raphael
I was known to Jacob as Azazel
When I fed upon the sins of Israel
Hiding in
I sense something off in you brother
When I said somethings off
I found out that the loss was coming
From what we lost out here brother
Is it love?
survive
I've come to listen for the sound
Of the trucks as they rolled on
Out on Highway 95
Pretending it's the ocean
Coming down to wash me clean,
survive
I've come to listen for the sound
Of the trucks as they rolled on
Out on Highway 95
Pretending it's the ocean
Coming down to wash me clean,
your voice
Sing all the songs of the earth
Nothing can come between us
You're a brother of mine
Sing out your sisters
All the dreams of the world
What up David, been a long time coming
Swear to God we gon' make it, brother, I ain't frontin
Remember you told me to come on the 108 pod
A couple weeks
Don't mess up the vibe that's the one
Tell them other haters that we coming
I don't have time for the games or time for the lame that brothers a hater
But
Like the pages out of the Bible
The devil want me sinning
By the worship of them idols
The demons keep tempting me
But I deny them
The demons keep
I won't let you stay
Can you teach me to throw
Ha
It's time
A lot
True
Blacked out the last 7 nights in a row
how pathetic I've got a brother to be
little brother was an angel to me
(Run to save your life)
Good boy
Lord, I think he has no family
My little brother was an angel to me
Come ah
Coming back home
Home to my people
I hope that they didn't forget me
Coming back home
I am protected by family
I'm asking you for your blessing
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Bout damn time
I know ya'll missed me, I missed y'all too
I was born ready for the trail to millions
I'm out for presidents to represent me
(Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me
(Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me
(Get
advise you don't get out of line
We can fight it out or this llama can
Turn your thoughts to slime
Emptiest threats from these haters
Shrouded by dollar
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
the fear in their eyes
watching the time passing by
Hey big brother, as soon as you arrive
You better, get in touch with the people, big brother
locked for life died by the hands
Of another man the brother man
Brother tripping with his pistol on
The block rang shots at the opps kids
Died on the spot
more than a pastor
A family friend, a big brother
And this time the roles in the confession booth were reversed
I was on the priestly seat and he was
Discuss these coming out of the wilderness by the wilburn brothers Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In