Skin the color of bark Clothes smellin' like trees Diggin' my earth, find my roots and weeds My truth bleeds right back in the arm No scar, but I left my mark My friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark
Clothes smellin' like trees Diggin' my earth, find my roots and weeds My truth bleeds right back in the arm No scar, but I left my mark My friend got clean and O.D.'ed, life is just that dark
But life is just that bright That when the sunset shines See the graph he writes I'm back tonight, with a sack to light In honor of the past I write
I'm wide open, with no glass of wine Stuck in a barrel, I'll get better with time While you measure how the pleasure declines I'm stackin' cheddar while the bread just rise With my eyes and my ears glued here on my grind, cutty
Creepin' on a come up No sleepin' till the sun's up Tellin' secrets to the drum thumps Pledge allegiance to the blood pump Until I leak my last liter, here's my one love
And all these angels got their guns up But no fear when my teeth and my tongue touch I am here, and I speak for the young bloods Who've seen the flood, and they drug all the anchors up And set sail through the world, in the name of trust Hard work, and the crux that it made in us
I'm 'bout to bust, all my veins full of gold dust That 1985 California gold rush, in the spine plus the flesh that it holds up I'm out for mines and my wolves got it sewn up One crow, one eagle on my shoulders And my eyes hold the light that approchesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
