billy woods - Swampwater lyrics
[billy woods - Swampwater lyrics]
Here recently I was up in Colorado
(If there is a deep in here calling)
And I was standing upon a mountain
(there has to be a deep to
Respond to that call)
Tell your boy I only want the
Piffy with the red hairs
Same one from when Giuliani was mayor
The science is clear
Words chosen more carefully when the threat
Of violence in the air
Don't wait till it's too late
Come round to the fact you's a square
(Me too) just tryna eat
I don't wanna see how the beef prepared
In their pеns, the sheep is scared
Penitеntiary blues if the opps run your tare
One tip: forty hours a week plus commute
Is really no time for fair
Maybe here and there, change gears
The science is weird
Mayans never counted to here
Dying sun glare through thin atmosphere
Windshield smear, A/C blasting old air
Standstill traffic, human landfills
Dot the landscape, Ravaged
Trousers on the eight, but he still savage
Wowzers on the take, I went right back
Copped the whole package
The man's not great
But I do chuckle at the ad-libs
Life is short
Who am I to judge how you terror manage
No free line on the court
And my kicks is canvas
To put it on Al's speakers' the only
Reason I flew to Los Angeles
Chengdu Taste, crosstown, midday
I defy the establishment
(If there is a deep in here calling)
And I was standing upon a mountain
(there has to be a deep to
Respond to that call)
Tell your boy I only want the
Piffy with the red hairs
Same one from when Giuliani was mayor
The science is clear
Words chosen more carefully when the threat
Of violence in the air
Don't wait till it's too late
Come round to the fact you's a square
(Me too) just tryna eat
I don't wanna see how the beef prepared
In their pеns, the sheep is scared
Penitеntiary blues if the opps run your tare
One tip: forty hours a week plus commute
Is really no time for fair
Maybe here and there, change gears
The science is weird
Mayans never counted to here
Dying sun glare through thin atmosphere
Windshield smear, A/C blasting old air
Standstill traffic, human landfills
Dot the landscape, Ravaged
Trousers on the eight, but he still savage
Wowzers on the take, I went right back
Copped the whole package
The man's not great
But I do chuckle at the ad-libs
Life is short
Who am I to judge how you terror manage
No free line on the court
And my kicks is canvas
To put it on Al's speakers' the only
Reason I flew to Los Angeles
Chengdu Taste, crosstown, midday
I defy the establishment