​billy woods - Christine lyrics

Black car on a backstreet
Little me asleep on the back seat
Lulled by street lamps and
The blackness in between
My parents' argument picking up speed
In and out of bad dreams
That's what they said when she saw
Him dead in the road now I know it was the
Shadow of them black wings
Unmarked followed us for ten blocks
Nigga said if they try to make the stop
I'm fleein' brake lights bright red
Lit his face like a demon
We took a left, they went straight
We all laughed but I seen it
Some had the trap in the trunk of the bimmer
Some kept thе cracks up front
So they could eat 'em
Somе went through the windshield
Some went to the precinct
Some got yapped out driver's seats in
Parking lots and left bleedin'
Some things only make sense in their time
I paid a hundred for the whip
So when police took it
I never paid no never mind easy come

From Mandeville to Sligoville
Coffin runnin' around
Upsettin', upsettin', upsettin' the town
From Mandeville to Sligoville
Coffin runnin' around
Upsettin', upsettin', upsettin' the town
From Mandeville to Sligoville
Coffin runnin' around
Upsettin', upsettin', upsettin' the town

They lookin' for the vehicle
Took the plates off
Put it in his Granny back yard
Told her somethin' believable
He got killed
It was still there for a year or two
I'd seen it drivin' through
Granny on the stoop, she never waved back
High grass, Four flats forward with the
Front passenger door mismatched
Blacked out truck with the rifle rack
The hunter checks his traps
Bait car with the kill switch
Gingerbread house full of abused kids
Inflatable sky dancer said "No money down"
Every sign said, "If you lived here
You'd be home now" (strawberry on deck
Strawberry already with three hit's tonight)
Asleep at the wheel
Gently over the guardrail
Flipped heads or tails
One died, she survived
Asked why, I replied, "God's not real"
Ducked the question
In a hospital room full of flowers
I plucked the best one
In a world full of cowards
It's bound to be tension

Behind on with a single, he
Got behind on Butler and lined-out
It's now 2-0
Daniels' with a game situation here
If he can work his way aboard
Then the load falls once
Again on Daryl Strawberry
As he has a chance to play
Hero once again for the Dodgers
But it's up to Daniels at this point

Fuck 23 and Me, mom's an inventor
From our DNA to Cambridge, Mass
Maafe, that's Skippy and poulet
Dispatched from Venice, Kilgari
Tyrant that Mali and a Bamako property
Jump to imperial Benin, fifteenth century
Trade routes heavy
Break the bank like Musa, mint the gold
Truth aplenty
We still feed on dreams in need of remedy
Trauma not an enemy
Perverse German woodcuts could've been truer
Three heads on a jackal
Fantastic creatures in Africa
Universalis Cosmographia
Sebastian Münster, lying bastard
Wolfman in a Speedo, Cyclops and Chest Master
I first heard Culture on the island of Gorée
International urn i was twelve years old
Still could have gone ofay so bless that day
And damn the last three centuries