Written by Wolves
๐ต 1669 characters
โฑ๏ธ 1:40 duration
๐ ID: 6023215
๐ Lyrics
You can tell by my tires that not
Everybody who's has driven with me is still alive
Also, that I like my drinks neat, bottled and in the bus stop
Also, that we're drowning in precinct paper,
Department store floor plans and applications to the moon
And we can change the color of our snot from gifted to heart attack
And tell you about ashes but where all these
Angels come from smelling like the cigarette that fells
And whys the man on the same side of these headlights freezing
Up, if got nothing to say at my funeral I'll speak on your behalf
Heroin in my smile, mountain niggas flat land robbery among some
Things on my mind the last store running and name the
Shit after life Friday to the filter, I'm a talk tale on earth
But here's to the angel that never appeared to America in the night
Of dog paddle in the batch of hangovers looking
For a home you know a lot when you live this long
It's my (...?) and offensive speed hold a pair of rambling dice
Got unique cameras from young souls that say shut up about our city
Here (...?) to crash over a post, my (...?)
The streets teeth them to pieces and there's reservoir art of the
Face of stragglers and say bad news back
Home and say we gotta grow up on his behalf
Stumble back to a car full of last standing truth is still
But still liquor missed the street you should be proud of me
I'm a mural man almost organized from everyone of my (?
) That wake up on last (...?) on morning if it was worth it
I'm three decades homie, the reservoir art is all I ever see
You know I'm two thousand miles from my
First Friday night you know I really survived
Maybe I wrote my first poem for no reason man
California is cold
Everybody who's has driven with me is still alive
Also, that I like my drinks neat, bottled and in the bus stop
Also, that we're drowning in precinct paper,
Department store floor plans and applications to the moon
And we can change the color of our snot from gifted to heart attack
And tell you about ashes but where all these
Angels come from smelling like the cigarette that fells
And whys the man on the same side of these headlights freezing
Up, if got nothing to say at my funeral I'll speak on your behalf
Heroin in my smile, mountain niggas flat land robbery among some
Things on my mind the last store running and name the
Shit after life Friday to the filter, I'm a talk tale on earth
But here's to the angel that never appeared to America in the night
Of dog paddle in the batch of hangovers looking
For a home you know a lot when you live this long
It's my (...?) and offensive speed hold a pair of rambling dice
Got unique cameras from young souls that say shut up about our city
Here (...?) to crash over a post, my (...?)
The streets teeth them to pieces and there's reservoir art of the
Face of stragglers and say bad news back
Home and say we gotta grow up on his behalf
Stumble back to a car full of last standing truth is still
But still liquor missed the street you should be proud of me
I'm a mural man almost organized from everyone of my (?
) That wake up on last (...?) on morning if it was worth it
I'm three decades homie, the reservoir art is all I ever see
You know I'm two thousand miles from my
First Friday night you know I really survived
Maybe I wrote my first poem for no reason man
California is cold
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.71] You can tell by my tires that not
[00:12.46] Everybody who's has driven with me is still alive
[00:16.86] Also, that I like my drinks neat, bottled and in the bus stop
[00:20.95] Also, that we're drowning in precinct paper,
[00:24.11] Department store floor plans and applications to the moon
[00:27.57] And we can change the color of our snot from gifted to heart attack
[00:29.62] And tell you about ashes but where all these
[00:31.89] Angels come from smelling like the cigarette that fells
[00:35.33] And whys the man on the same side of these headlights freezing
[00:37.92] Up, if got nothing to say at my funeral I'll speak on your behalf
[00:40.87] Heroin in my smile, mountain niggas flat land robbery among some
[00:44.39] Things on my mind the last store running and name the
[00:47.50] Shit after life Friday to the filter, I'm a talk tale on earth
[00:50.21] But here's to the angel that never appeared to America in the night
[00:53.12] Of dog paddle in the batch of hangovers looking
[00:55.32] For a home you know a lot when you live this long
[00:57.60] It's my (...?) and offensive speed hold a pair of rambling dice
[01:00.49] Got unique cameras from young souls that say shut up about our city
[01:03.26] Here (...?) to crash over a post, my (...?)
[01:06.46] The streets teeth them to pieces and there's reservoir art of the
[01:09.54] Face of stragglers and say bad news back
[01:11.11] Home and say we gotta grow up on his behalf
[01:13.17] Stumble back to a car full of last standing truth is still
[01:15.71] But still liquor missed the street you should be proud of me
[01:18.02] I'm a mural man almost organized from everyone of my (?
[01:20.14] ) That wake up on last (...?) on morning if it was worth it
[01:23.34] I'm three decades homie, the reservoir art is all I ever see
[01:27.21] You know I'm two thousand miles from my
[01:29.25] First Friday night you know I really survived
[01:30.78] Maybe I wrote my first poem for no reason man
[01:33.83] California is cold
[01:35.56]
[00:12.46] Everybody who's has driven with me is still alive
[00:16.86] Also, that I like my drinks neat, bottled and in the bus stop
[00:20.95] Also, that we're drowning in precinct paper,
[00:24.11] Department store floor plans and applications to the moon
[00:27.57] And we can change the color of our snot from gifted to heart attack
[00:29.62] And tell you about ashes but where all these
[00:31.89] Angels come from smelling like the cigarette that fells
[00:35.33] And whys the man on the same side of these headlights freezing
[00:37.92] Up, if got nothing to say at my funeral I'll speak on your behalf
[00:40.87] Heroin in my smile, mountain niggas flat land robbery among some
[00:44.39] Things on my mind the last store running and name the
[00:47.50] Shit after life Friday to the filter, I'm a talk tale on earth
[00:50.21] But here's to the angel that never appeared to America in the night
[00:53.12] Of dog paddle in the batch of hangovers looking
[00:55.32] For a home you know a lot when you live this long
[00:57.60] It's my (...?) and offensive speed hold a pair of rambling dice
[01:00.49] Got unique cameras from young souls that say shut up about our city
[01:03.26] Here (...?) to crash over a post, my (...?)
[01:06.46] The streets teeth them to pieces and there's reservoir art of the
[01:09.54] Face of stragglers and say bad news back
[01:11.11] Home and say we gotta grow up on his behalf
[01:13.17] Stumble back to a car full of last standing truth is still
[01:15.71] But still liquor missed the street you should be proud of me
[01:18.02] I'm a mural man almost organized from everyone of my (?
[01:20.14] ) That wake up on last (...?) on morning if it was worth it
[01:23.34] I'm three decades homie, the reservoir art is all I ever see
[01:27.21] You know I'm two thousand miles from my
[01:29.25] First Friday night you know I really survived
[01:30.78] Maybe I wrote my first poem for no reason man
[01:33.83] California is cold
[01:35.56]