Lyrics:
You're dangerous 'cause you're honest
You're dangerous, you don't know what you want
Well you left my heart empty as a vacant lot
For any spirit
finna die for the same ol' conclusion
Put they life on the line so some other pimp could use 'em
Pulled into a vacant lot, the road to recovery
the guitar sings
And the vacant lot daydreams of what it's not
And the night seems to remember
What the day forgot
But Minnie the moocher from the future
Is
I ain't a player I just make a lot
Take a shot with a vacant lot
Drug worker make a spot
Agallah beats make the Earth quake a lot
I get my dick
packed with cash
Then carry it up flights of stairs and drop it in the vacant lot
To lose my train of thought and fall into your arms' tracks
And watch
the T.V. to my lips, the air so packed with cash
Then carry it up flights of stairs and drop it in the vacant lot
To lose my train of thought and fall into
which is gradually removed.
He leads me somewhere?
I follow him and find myself in a vacant lot, shrouded in mist
Around me there are barely visible
Flying down the street
Flying down the street
Flying past the streams
Of city lights
Of vacant lots
Of blurry lines
A rush of traffic
To chase
He materialized out of the night
Vacant lot Satan in white
He bummed a smoke and asked for our booze
Said I'm a vampire are you vampires too
We
it's got
Cash is hot, compassion's not
Trashes every vacant lot
Tears all down for building plot
Stands back, lets its history rot
Shoots up, shits up,
Billy the girl of my dreams
It's alright its a beautiful feeling
Everything's gonna be alright
In a vacant lot the children play
Walk down the street
on you
That same yellow moon well he's up there once again
Hanging in the sky like some long lost friend
The vacant lots are empty now there's nowhere
the flames yea i keeps it hot
Catch me getting low burning in a vacant lot
Bang bang bang i'm in your speaker box
Couple bands by my lonely yea my speakerz
Lost in 1959
See that barren spot
Windswept and
Access subject to tides
Know the schedule
Alert for sneakers
See that barren spot
The vacant lot
Real
Vacant lots, among we walk
All the tethers are unlocked
While the context still binds us
Faded, underneath the lines
I am terrified, benign
All your
Vacant lots and tired hands defined all that I couldn't understand
By the time I learned to handle it you were gone
All I could do is grieve with
The house reeks of your pot
You drink my booze like it's going out of style
My bar's a vacant lot
You drive my car but never fill it up with gas
You wear
or do the bidding of few
What I saw it felt like oppression
Some are even going into depression
Empty streets where there used to be many
Vacant lots
We're sitting playing chess
Or better Russian roulette
Loading the chambers
The hour is set
We're meeting half past dark
An empty vacant lot
Paper dust and empty walls
Familiar faces from a vacant lot
Outside the floods of God
Bells are ringing through the night
Lost ground from unborn
shoulder I can see
The vacant lot that holds apart
The sum of what
You are and can be
sowed a broken blue ocean with old wire hands.
found in vacant lots the lonely shells of flowered plans.
outside there for nothing.
wives and lovers
Jesus suffered so do we
Yet explanations vacant lots of nothing outlooks bleak
Blame the rapture, blame the beast
The lurid demon with the seven
watch over you
Down in Daytona, there's vacant lot
Filled with open space, nothing to take its place
Down in Daytona, there's a rockstar
Hangs with
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