Lyrics:
and weary from a dusty mile
And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try
Just lookin' for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes
I know you are no
that I need you by my side
Just like I need a cold beer on a Friday night
Be it blue jeans or Daisy Dukes, tank top and some cowboy boots
You're always
clenched tight, knuckles white
I’m greeted by his sheepish, shy grin
Vile in thought, but no more when lit
He leaves me at ease but weary
A late night visit
feet
Youre finally home
And so I went ready to rest
My weary head
Finally a place to feel wanted
A place to call home
Ive wandered by myself for so long
like a tulip, in the bar like a pool stick
808 Toomp shit, Magic Mike, poof, bitch
Ain't nowhere to rest, nowhere for you to sit
I stole your couch
like the way it shines, here, take a listen to my coins for a while.
Blue found no interest in gold because he wanted something useful.
The next dragon
There's way too many disturbances
Too many deaths too many news story journalists there's way too many niggas tryna bury us for permanent, Parents
a blue scholar just in case you had to question
Beat rock, 'til I get reverted to the essence
Northwest 'til I get deported for my pigment
(Oh my God)
of anguish know no barriers.
But how long do we shout for?
Denied the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say.
But sometimes we've found
the echoes weave
Vapor trails, in the sky of electric blue
In this neon world, I found you
Synthwave dreams, in a cybernetic haze
Chasing echoes of the '80s,
a fool
No I'm not
Good for any of you
Well you lift me up, and you tear me down
Yeah, you say I'm the talk of the town
You tell me lies but it's not too
blow,
Blinded by the afterglow of
Cold steel, tight rope
A 45 and daddy's dope
No rest for the weary trading money for time
Sinking fast in a hole
On the meaningless and void?
Still your heart and come to Jesus
Wait to hear his still small voice
Come to him, wait for him
Find rest weary soul
In the open arms
and weary from a dusty mile
And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try
Just lookin' for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes
I know you are no
Now, I wouldn't sing about smiling
No, that's not the topic I'd choose
(No) I would sing about what I've got
and what I've got's the weary blues
There
to follow paths that ain’t even clear
Column locked up can’t even steer
Nothing but triple beams here
Friends doing time by the threes yeah
Scholars turned
weary than the last
The veil was torn asunder
'Tween the hours of twelve and one
No change, no sudden wonder
Could undo what had been done
am made new
Rest for my weary soul
Hope when I have no hope
Peace for anxiety
You're all this and more
Rest for my weary soul
Hope when I have no
shoulder
The older I'm gettin' destiny written in dollar signs
Fuck givin' a scholar with dimes
Artificial niggas swallow nines
No love for foes
I'm pluggin'
the Son
Go to him all you who are weary burdened Hell give you rest
Take His yoke like He said in Matthew 11 & He knows best
But here's the test can you
The show stoppa in black Prada
King me like T’challa ima scholar in mancala
Speak with no wahala me and Allah remain solid
I been at rock bottom with
reactor
I wanna melt away all these useless memories into a blue eternity
Giving in, I’m reaching for the core of a nuclear reactor
For I want nothing more
hooded
Timberland footed ninjas, who full metal jacket clips
And know how to put it in you
Surrender your goods and your merchandise
For no purchase
notes of The Backpacker Blues
I crawled to the empty reception
Feeling like I got an injection
Meant for a behemoth's brain
After experiencing eternal
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