rue tournebride (feat. Mourning Run & Nonazz)
Bicycle thief reformed
I used to post up outside the convenience store
Life's a joke rest in peace to Norm
Just call when you're here don't beep the horn
Some folks need sleep for work
I don't sleep I just feed the urge
I got sheep to herd
It's no even odds
It's no key for birds to fly out the cage and outspeed the storm
It's just secret doors
Lead to secret doors that lead to secret doors
Hidden chambers, creaking floors
Old stories told about meteors
I burn a treaty up, I need the heat of war
I need mi amor
I need 3 or 4 to keep warm
Seasoned warrior form
We accordingly heed the warnings and prep for shelling and
Feed the poor ones I see the forest for the trees I don't read the forums
I just keep on touring
Wrestling bent arms centuries long
I'm a wretch I was meant for the swamp
Heads gonna roll when I get to the top
Heads gonna roll when you're rich and I'm not
I'm a wretch I was meant for the swamp
Heads gonna roll when I get to the top
Heads gonna roll when you're rich and I'm not
Wrestling bent arms centuries long
I'm a wretch I was meant for the swamp
Heads gonna roll when I get to the top
Fault lines shake
Cant justify what i find great
We all headlights on the highway
No locomotion when i dilate
Theres no fine days,
Its just iron gates
But the lies amaze me
When the fire blazes
I can find complacency
If i die, its cause the time aint wait for me
Still abidin by the mindless vacancy that they provide
Faith in god was never taste of mine
Chasin fog until it make me blind
Sacred callings from a lazy eye
Craters formin under paper skies.
We're begotten just to face demise.
Achin heart
Or make hasty dives.
Parley with satan
Dont take my life.
Walk along the hedonistic,
When life offers you a piece of fiction,
Couldnt take a chance that he would miss it.
Leave remittances to feed the vicious beasts
Its sacrilegious deeds
Send Him my regards and sympathies
Despite our differences.
I only seek a certain side of limerence,
Without the desperation
Nestled deep within a beating chest
Walking carcass
Got em all thinkin that he cheated death,
Its funny i aint seen it yet,
Its funny i aint seen it yet,
Its funny how the bleedin never ends,
No matter how much pressure i apply,
So ill just strive to feed my urges
Till i crumple up and d-
Dying once,
Fired blunts,
I been tucked in minor bluff
I can't be stuck
Confined enough,
In time to crush
Allign it up
I give a second to admire the lust
In a quiet zone,
Finding home
I been told to never trust the candy all the buyers sold
Riding low I never been the type to slow
Lest they pull me over
Got me out control
It aint hard to tell
Rapping bars from off all the fallen cells
In a bando by the rails
Weighting off the scale,
Numbers ain't enough
Try to send it up
If they still in touch
You ain't gotta rush
I could push it down a couple of months
Till I run outta luck
Watching the sun as I'm passing the shrubs
The water crashing all above
On the highways and bridges that I would overpass
Paint a couple tags and smoke a dose of that
Molded over history was written back
Living deeply in a secret hidden path
Keep it neatly in the stash
Seeking greed from within all the places I pass
Breaking my wealth in a flash
Pacing around the river as I roll out this hash
Nazz
