Lyrics:
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
(Sleepy kid hoe)
Get off me, Get off me
Verse 1
Just let me get a moment in my zone with my rhyme ill be reaching my atonement speaking podium
lines
hungry, you getting robbed
By me, Biggie Smalls and The Delfonics
Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae shit
Straight off the muthafucking concrete,
It's politics, it's all a fix, set up by these white blue-collared hicks
Just to make a dollar off of black music with a subliminal ball of tricks
But
turn me into dust
You might infect me 'cause you're contagious
No need to panic, there's nowhere to run
You sent me to the moon and stars
You got me off
behead him, another one bites the dust
Sick of being a crutch, I've helped people enough
Bout to turn the pressure up, by not giving a fuuuuuck
Enough
the weather
Know they wanna see yo downfall dark child
Get up off yo ass and rise like the moon
And keep in mind if you strive better days are coming soon
Soon
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
the Light
The stars and the dust
Oh my god
What a sight
This shit is too boring
I need to get a new attraction
Find a new passion
Waking up to this shit every
Only tell me that you still want me here
When you wander off out there
To those hills of dust and hard winds that blow
In that dry white ocean alone
on your boots, kick up some dust, this small town night is just for us
Raise your cups, let's make a toast, under the stars of what we got the most
We going up and we ain't landing bitch
Top of the moon is where you'll find me
With a spaceship filled with martian chicks
They twerking with their
farewell
Everyone told me just to relax, but look, I can't cause I'm finding myself
I gotta live before it's taken away, leave you all in the dust while you
Tell them blood moon
Tell them low fog
Tell them dirt road with the rust mailbox at the turn off
Turn of the century
Turn vogue of late
She feel fly
(It's nothing)
Wiping the dust off the paper mate
I'll leave a paper trail for my niggas like it's The Great Escape
Save the date the birthday
to a new level)
And on my off days I'm still trappin'
(I just ripped the bong now I'm moon walkin')
Like one sec I gotta finish coughin'
(Like no joke, I
Only tell me that you still want me here
When you wander off out there
To those hills of dust and hard winds that blow
In that dry white ocean
to dust in the morning light
So I go out hunting when the moon is right
My blood is stale and my lips are dry
In the pines for years gone by
I'm walking
the daylight give way to the moon
Holed up in your escape now watch the evils you know get immune
I'm five hundred miles past and the sun beats down like noon
I rose up covered in gold dust
I woke up
Fresher than I ever have
If you could ever measure that
Felt like I never had a chance
To sit back
Much love
Steady stressing, when instead I should be decompressing
Counting all my blessings
I keep 'em guessing
By addressing certain subjects
Without
off the hidden vine
Sand hills like sandstone of a stone mason from a distant land
Ema pop and ahki out top riding down out by the Kingstree
Cried
wandering this town
Worse for the wear waiting to fly... Somebody wake me
‘Fore I forget how I got by
So many people blinded by horizon’s golden dust
I know
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