vacations will soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest Take me home The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb The spirits
Traduzione: Spirit Of The West. Home For A Rest.
rules It's cool, we could get our swerve on Strokin' on, the illa of a killa For real-a, when my ace go boom Bump in a barn, hit 'em wit' a smoke alarm
A V-8 engine She runs so pretty. Woo! Fill 'er up son With unleaded. I need a full tank of gas where I'm headed Up in the front seat A pretty red head
Protected by the red, black, green with a key Slaves from the Motherland, boy, what a drag Especially when royalty's chained by a caveman A vanglorious
do it for the freedom, finance, and forever fun Now revolution of the mind has already begun Now just a second y'all It got to be For every thought is
spirit and science Jews and Muslims formed an alliance Then I woke again, back on earth some shots rang A mother, a sister, a daughter was taken for granted
, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J. Shine,
where I stand This old gas pump in my hand My boss don't like me, got a face like a weasel Oil on my hands and the smell of diesel Here come a big
hold back I know I'm jet white for some reason my balls act bald black Ask your girl about 'em yo that bitch is so whack She gave my spirit a disease
throat to lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion, home
gots to break bread, for sho I needs mo' ice drops for the lexo Briggetts sets blow when I'm sipping the mo' Freelancing, trying to build a mansion
Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J.
the lips of a stripper, sprayin' that face Layin up in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, One hundred
a big shot from the city V8 engine she runs so pretty Fill her up son, unleaded I need a full tank a gas where I'm headed Up in the front seat a pretty
upon a time in the neighborhood There was a little dirty boy that was up to no good He had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand He had a dirty ass