Lyrics:
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Watch the ancient stars twinkle in our washed up eyes
Symphony of our hearts, we sing endlessly
Raise your glasses to the skies, for former glories
float with the drifters
By and by we'll dive down and make a great escape
We'll find out how much we lost our way
Sun in our eyes can't blink
Holding our
Been living as the main event?
Live a life on red carpet
You can't be surprised when you
Ask where the rug went
When it's pulled out from under your feet
that's what it's all about
We're drifters, and we're
Drifting, lost inside the twinkling starlight
Chasing, a comet in the dark night sky
Tell me what
unanimous effective victory by psychopaths
Users of deception
Comfortable in their manipulations of those who choose to attach
No invented meanings
twists 96
Motherfuckers gettin' dissed
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
85 miles out of Nashville, thinkin' bout
The way things change
Try an keep it by the reigns
I'm a lone drifter, big money flipper
Take anything
you might drown
Headliner, move through the city like a sidewinder
Island drifter, black vagina finder
Loungin' by the seashore, switch like Bloody
we lay
Divided by the walls that we made
Twist pull away
Destructive in the way that we live
I'm struggling to stand
I'm fighting for a chance
For us
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
transformation from enemies at birth
To circus entertainers traveling the earth
You live by the sword, you die by the sword
well just as many people have died
to the sky
IV Pentecost/The New Church
In one accord, we live by faith
Possessions shared; our hope embraced
Our rulers cannot drown our zeal
We have a gift
No fuck nigga live
You can't make a return tryna make it off a squib
No fuck nigga live
Make a mil at the crib you tryna see how we live
In
haunted by Jamaicans
Them niggas had their corners on red
Map the laws, runnin' cards, playin' bars
Mask the coke in the cars, twist the gan', mad, crackin'
Now twist ya waistline...
Cause when you hear it, you gone feel it, uplifting in your spirit.
Music so melodic we celebrate and we cheer it
Move ya
bullet holes, them is battle signs
Niggas loadin' up they guns yeah, them Eiffel Tower kinds
This just how we live, them hood babies from projects
OG
There we go to Tideland
But no more lifeline
No more lifeline
I'm not able to react
But travel to the moon and back
And twist it up wild
Twist it up
Through my life seems I've seen thousands of my brothers felled
By bullets in their face or life sentences in jail
Who are they to decide our lives
on a seagull's cry
Opens eyes and breaks the wind into
Something lives that can never die
As the waves consume my other You
I never thought I'd find my
Find my
I grow delirious roses
In a garden out by my shed
They sway to my beat and they moan for water
Even though they've only just fed
Out at night
I want to recount the stars
'Cause I refuse to believe that the celestial bodies have made up their minds on me
Bestowed with endless longing by you
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