Armand Hammer - Nomento lyrics
[Armand Hammer - Nomento lyrics]
When the stars begin to shine
The wind is flowing through my mind
When the stars begin to shine
The wind is flowing through my mind
Goosedown in the ghost town
Push the Peugeot around
Back-in angle parking front the Polo Grounds
Willie Mays plaque, same haze from way back
Dominican frankincense, sandalwood
Burnt cinnamon she not around no mo
You wonder where she go
You wonder who she know
You wish she was a ho
Your true self show, the rest superimposed
All these misery lights remind me I’m home
Cruising slow, stopped, copped mofongo to go
Stereo Diamonds on that Wood
Pocket Fulla Stones you wonder if she alone
You can’t hit her phone
Pride too strong, turn the loud on
Wonder if she really gone like gone, gone
C’mon you know she gone, that’s a phantom arm
Opera catwalk snicker
Rambo knife in my mouth nigga
Best seats in the house
Is it real? Is it really?
Is it real? Is it really really?
Is it real? Is it really?
Is it really really?
Is it real? Is it really?
Is it really really?
Is it real? Is it really?
Is it really really?
Pact sealed with cemetery silence
This is me, you
And this room and bearing witness
This is not my body
However you move, I'm behind
Any decision you commit to
There's no windows in this waiting room
Nobody should have to leave here alone
So many different stories a common thread
We're all on the final chapter
Small talk with strangers, awkward laughter
Lowering my eyes
I'm not sure how to really feel
If I was being real
Cocktail of relief and guilt got
My stomach in knots
Watching the clock, second hand stopped
Why the fuck is there a TV here playing
Rob Schneider movies on loop
Hunger pang, I fast in solidarity
The air is stale color drab
Death surrounds us all with
A familiar squeeze
We come in need, making offerings
The prayers go up and the
Blessing come running down red
The prayers go up and the
Blessing come running down red
"See, my office used to be right down here
On the corner of 9th and W when I'd tell
People I was at 9th and W, they'd say
'Maaaan, ain't that a rough
Neighborhood?' I'd say
'Yeah it is pretty rough but
It ain't as rough
As 11th and W and it ain't even
As rough as 16th and Pennsylvania i feel the
People that's got to live over there
They really in trouble'
Ah, everybody gets a look at the White
House when they come to Washington DC
But this is a part of what goes
On in front of the White House
That very few people ever get a chance
To take a look at across the
Street, they're demonstrating for world
Peace over here
You have different signs and everything
Sentenced to the
Star of our B movie, asking him about
Justice and freedom and equality you know
The protests that are launched
In this country are
Not launched necessarily against
The government they're
Launched in terms of the fact that this
Country has rarely lived up to it's
Advance publicity this is supposed to be the
Land of justice, liberty, and equality
And that's what everybody over
Here is looking for"
The wind is flowing through my mind
When the stars begin to shine
The wind is flowing through my mind
Goosedown in the ghost town
Push the Peugeot around
Back-in angle parking front the Polo Grounds
Willie Mays plaque, same haze from way back
Dominican frankincense, sandalwood
Burnt cinnamon she not around no mo
You wonder where she go
You wonder who she know
You wish she was a ho
Your true self show, the rest superimposed
All these misery lights remind me I’m home
Cruising slow, stopped, copped mofongo to go
Stereo Diamonds on that Wood
Pocket Fulla Stones you wonder if she alone
You can’t hit her phone
Pride too strong, turn the loud on
Wonder if she really gone like gone, gone
C’mon you know she gone, that’s a phantom arm
Opera catwalk snicker
Rambo knife in my mouth nigga
Best seats in the house
Is it real? Is it really?
Is it real? Is it really really?
Is it real? Is it really?
Is it really really?
Is it real? Is it really?
Is it really really?
Is it real? Is it really?
Is it really really?
Pact sealed with cemetery silence
This is me, you
And this room and bearing witness
This is not my body
However you move, I'm behind
Any decision you commit to
There's no windows in this waiting room
Nobody should have to leave here alone
So many different stories a common thread
We're all on the final chapter
Small talk with strangers, awkward laughter
Lowering my eyes
I'm not sure how to really feel
If I was being real
Cocktail of relief and guilt got
My stomach in knots
Watching the clock, second hand stopped
Why the fuck is there a TV here playing
Rob Schneider movies on loop
Hunger pang, I fast in solidarity
The air is stale color drab
Death surrounds us all with
A familiar squeeze
We come in need, making offerings
The prayers go up and the
Blessing come running down red
The prayers go up and the
Blessing come running down red
"See, my office used to be right down here
On the corner of 9th and W when I'd tell
People I was at 9th and W, they'd say
'Maaaan, ain't that a rough
Neighborhood?' I'd say
'Yeah it is pretty rough but
It ain't as rough
As 11th and W and it ain't even
As rough as 16th and Pennsylvania i feel the
People that's got to live over there
They really in trouble'
Ah, everybody gets a look at the White
House when they come to Washington DC
But this is a part of what goes
On in front of the White House
That very few people ever get a chance
To take a look at across the
Street, they're demonstrating for world
Peace over here
You have different signs and everything
Sentenced to the
Star of our B movie, asking him about
Justice and freedom and equality you know
The protests that are launched
In this country are
Not launched necessarily against
The government they're
Launched in terms of the fact that this
Country has rarely lived up to it's
Advance publicity this is supposed to be the
Land of justice, liberty, and equality
And that's what everybody over
Here is looking for"