Lyrics:
This a sentence from birth
Chains we lay in all day
Promises held in hands that moved astray
I loved you anyway
Took your blue, your grey
Your three
by youth, a bitter truth
The architecture of this farce crumbling down
Hands tied, blinded sight, you're in my trunk
Driving down the highway
There's
What can you see from your window?
I can't see anything from mine
Flags on the side of the highway
And scripture on grocery store signs
Maybe
to be found by racing around,
You carry your pain wherever you go,
Full of blues, and tryin' to lose,
You ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know.
So
Bringing me down
I'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by
The buses and semis
Plunging like stones from
Thinking bout all this shit that I do for you
Gotta be your one
Can't be your number two
Roses they stay red and dead prezzies blue
Yeah dead
Ain’t going back, ain’t going back
Taught by the G’s from the C’s how to make it stack
And taught by the man how to give it back
Lost my dad but that man
Bringing me down, I'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by, the buses and semis
Plunging like stones from
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He's dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
There's a chain gang on the highway
At the crossroads of the blues
Saint Paul on the road to Damascus
Was struck blind by the Gospel news
I saw the light while in Locarno
A vision of my fate
I turned
Could this be
these tucker fuckers
apart of the scean
I walk for who knows how long
blue lights flashed
Blasting crazy song
Playing
death I seeing
Creflor Dollar
I can never tell a lie
Whole squad busy like a hive
Tryna make a mill by 25
You can never steer away my drive
4AM hittin' the highway
I ain’t rollin’ up or rollin’
Even back when I was homeless I wasn’t hoeless
I ain’t have a glizzy did my dance by my lonely
Nigga did too much
sleep
All these homicides doing something to me
No one by my side, I feel so incomplete
But I notice God blessing me like a sneeze
Seen death and i beat
by the flesh tones, Mamma I'm coming home
Man I look like I'm dead already
My skin tone Appalachian blue
Beware my rusty old machete
Gives you
shoutout you and Jenny
(Rick Aggeler?)
Shoutout Rick, maaaan!
Rick got me in this shit
(What about Devin?)
Shoutout DF too, man, that's the guy
Shoutout Blue
the straw man's just her dream
And it's never quite so clean
She makes the world around me seem
Lavender and wintergreen
When we're side by side
Now
wanna die? Man, I'm high
I have to find myself, I search the trees, I search the seas
Tryna find where I'm at, am I me, am I free
Talkin' to my people,
When you walk outside in the brisk morning dew
And there are crows in your bin and stones in your shoe
When the trash man comes but collects only you
a chief a very wise chief
Who told her
We'll find where he roamed
We'll put out some signs on the highway
And bring the young falling rock home
it's not
While we are on the subject of hard work
I just wanted to say you that, "I always was a man who likes hard work"
I was born working and I worked my
Bringing me down i'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by the busses and semis
Plunging like stones from
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