Buck 65 - Blood of a Young Wolf lyrics
[Buck 65 - Blood of a Young Wolf lyrics]
Ten thousand horses, Sable island
Endless summer oh my god, I'm hot to steal
Beside myself in friendless number
I ain't got no culture, nothin', dirty words
But that don't count
Flight attendants, waitresses, superstition
Good amount there's work to do, hell to pay
Memories and finger prints
Calling Papa ignorance, and I don't wanna go
Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech
Egg and spoon race, slow
And steady, desert highway, a bientot
Still I"m stuck, I can't
Afford it, picture postcards, small memento
Echo shadow, echo shadow, sterling silver
Burning furnace
Frozen, nowhere, just a kid I had a friend
Named deadly earnest
Cross my heart and hope to die
Stick a needle in my arm
Praise the heavens, call the cops, relax
There's no cause for alarm
Diamond rings and little babies
Startlements and miracles
I remember pretty faces
So severe and lyrical
I'm talking Amelia Earhart
Neko Case or Frida Kahlo
All alone the way it should be
I don't even need a shadow
Seeds of wisdom found no purchase
We don't even have a chance
Birthday party Armageddon, long stem roses
Avalanche broken fingers
Goin' nowhere fast and screeching to a hault
All that work for nothing
Uh oh, whipping boy, it's all my fault
Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech
I don't wanna go to pieces, easy going
Afraid to fly and so I'm running
Catchin' fish and choppin' wood
The revolution slow time coming
I don't know what else to
Do, cross my fingers, teach the children
Read your fortune, storm the studios
Come on all ye faithful pilgrims
No more same ole song and dance
Some good ideas get over played
I eat my breakfast, ride my bike
A knife between my shoulder blades
See, I'm a man of many problems
Up against some scary odds
We kill, we hide, we all fall down
Idiots love to bury gods
It doesn't happen over night though, never
Still I'm filled with wonder
Lonely like the tight
Rope walker, hitchhiker
Long distance runner
Zoom, kick, persuasion tech, good
Night for you, bad night for me
But, I still love you lying down, K-IS-S-IN-G
Not bad, not bad, not bad at all
I tried your shoes on
Cigarettes and crucifixes, Ingmar Bergman
Alphonse Mouzon really boring modern music
Really boring modern girl
Get me out of here, I'm drowning
I don't like this modern world
Anti-intellect and marketing, pretty, pretty
Who needs talent
Crying eyes, we're so out numbered
Fight for the right to remain silent
But what do I know, who am
I, my two left feet, my big dumb face
I'd do the same if I had
The chance, cheat the system, rig the race
It's all one big misunderstanding
Inside out I turn my coat
Don't look back, don't move a
Muscle, one false move
T hat's all she wrote
Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech
Endless summer oh my god, I'm hot to steal
Beside myself in friendless number
I ain't got no culture, nothin', dirty words
But that don't count
Flight attendants, waitresses, superstition
Good amount there's work to do, hell to pay
Memories and finger prints
Calling Papa ignorance, and I don't wanna go
Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech
Egg and spoon race, slow
And steady, desert highway, a bientot
Still I"m stuck, I can't
Afford it, picture postcards, small memento
Echo shadow, echo shadow, sterling silver
Burning furnace
Frozen, nowhere, just a kid I had a friend
Named deadly earnest
Cross my heart and hope to die
Stick a needle in my arm
Praise the heavens, call the cops, relax
There's no cause for alarm
Diamond rings and little babies
Startlements and miracles
I remember pretty faces
So severe and lyrical
I'm talking Amelia Earhart
Neko Case or Frida Kahlo
All alone the way it should be
I don't even need a shadow
Seeds of wisdom found no purchase
We don't even have a chance
Birthday party Armageddon, long stem roses
Avalanche broken fingers
Goin' nowhere fast and screeching to a hault
All that work for nothing
Uh oh, whipping boy, it's all my fault
Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech
I don't wanna go to pieces, easy going
Afraid to fly and so I'm running
Catchin' fish and choppin' wood
The revolution slow time coming
I don't know what else to
Do, cross my fingers, teach the children
Read your fortune, storm the studios
Come on all ye faithful pilgrims
No more same ole song and dance
Some good ideas get over played
I eat my breakfast, ride my bike
A knife between my shoulder blades
See, I'm a man of many problems
Up against some scary odds
We kill, we hide, we all fall down
Idiots love to bury gods
It doesn't happen over night though, never
Still I'm filled with wonder
Lonely like the tight
Rope walker, hitchhiker
Long distance runner
Zoom, kick, persuasion tech, good
Night for you, bad night for me
But, I still love you lying down, K-IS-S-IN-G
Not bad, not bad, not bad at all
I tried your shoes on
Cigarettes and crucifixes, Ingmar Bergman
Alphonse Mouzon really boring modern music
Really boring modern girl
Get me out of here, I'm drowning
I don't like this modern world
Anti-intellect and marketing, pretty, pretty
Who needs talent
Crying eyes, we're so out numbered
Fight for the right to remain silent
But what do I know, who am
I, my two left feet, my big dumb face
I'd do the same if I had
The chance, cheat the system, rig the race
It's all one big misunderstanding
Inside out I turn my coat
Don't look back, don't move a
Muscle, one false move
T hat's all she wrote
Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech