Dolens, Jehst - Golden Spike lyrics
[Dolens, Jehst - Golden Spike lyrics]
Recruiting soldiers for the war
Should be rolling for the cause
Instead we're rolling up the Raw
Sitting staring at the screen
Should be preparing with ya team
The revolution's nearer than it seems
It's a no-fly zone in my hemisphere
Voices in my head keeping telling me
'The end is near'
Staring at this black mirror
While I'm housebound
Mac Miller watching movies with
The sound down
I mean off, I mean, how about surround sound?
Trying to escape but I wasn't
Out of town bound
Dang, lick a bottle out a brown bag
The grade turn me outside down
I'm in the Outback
Soundtrack to the struggle, I'm low-key, bro
Blacked out like Will Smith
And Tommy Lee Jones all I see
Is wannabe clones the game ain't the same
Somebody got the cheat codes
But it wasn't me though
Sipping on the cold lemon San Pellegrino
Spliff of the cro lemon, dank, smelly vino
Break a rapper down to his genomes
Recruiting soldiers for the war
Should be rolling for the cause
Instead we're rolling up the Raw
Sitting staring at the screen
Should be preparing with ya team
The revolution's nearer than it seems
Recruiting soldiers for the war
Should be rolling for the cause
Instead we're rolling up the Raw
Sitting staring at the screen
Should be preparing with ya team
The revolution's nearer than it seems
My mental's in a perpetual state of chaos
Still I hit the target from way off
Told 'em, 'Watch this space!'
Wait, the weight's off
This way of life I can't lift the weight off
I should take a day off
At the very least switch to decaff
First I wanna know
Who been dipping in the weed stash
We've been up late, bagging up to Ceefax
Levels to this shit
Like blueprints to my dream gaff
The writing's on the wall and
All you see's graff
And this is all the seeds
Have? Everybody seem baff
They ain't got the Roddy Piper shades yet
Get hit from outta nowhere
Sniper rifle range
You don't strike me as the
Type to make the grade, cuz
I got the highest grade
All my papers get the A+
In other words, we lighting paper planes up
Flight 420 is now ready for take off
Recruiting soldiers for the war
Should be rolling for the cause
Instead we're rolling up the Raw
Sitting staring at the screen
Should be preparing with ya team
The revolution's nearer than it seems
Recruiting soldiers for the war
Should be rolling for the cause
Instead we're rolling up the Raw
Sitting staring at the screen
Should be preparing with ya team
The revolution's nearer than it seems
"Who wanna get burned?!"
Should be rolling for the cause
Instead we're rolling up the Raw
Sitting staring at the screen
Should be preparing with ya team
The revolution's nearer than it seems
It's a no-fly zone in my hemisphere
Voices in my head keeping telling me
'The end is near'
Staring at this black mirror
While I'm housebound
Mac Miller watching movies with
The sound down
I mean off, I mean, how about surround sound?
Trying to escape but I wasn't
Out of town bound
Dang, lick a bottle out a brown bag
The grade turn me outside down
I'm in the Outback
Soundtrack to the struggle, I'm low-key, bro
Blacked out like Will Smith
And Tommy Lee Jones all I see
Is wannabe clones the game ain't the same
Somebody got the cheat codes
But it wasn't me though
Sipping on the cold lemon San Pellegrino
Spliff of the cro lemon, dank, smelly vino
Break a rapper down to his genomes
Recruiting soldiers for the war
Should be rolling for the cause
Instead we're rolling up the Raw
Sitting staring at the screen
Should be preparing with ya team
The revolution's nearer than it seems
Recruiting soldiers for the war
Should be rolling for the cause
Instead we're rolling up the Raw
Sitting staring at the screen
Should be preparing with ya team
The revolution's nearer than it seems
My mental's in a perpetual state of chaos
Still I hit the target from way off
Told 'em, 'Watch this space!'
Wait, the weight's off
This way of life I can't lift the weight off
I should take a day off
At the very least switch to decaff
First I wanna know
Who been dipping in the weed stash
We've been up late, bagging up to Ceefax
Levels to this shit
Like blueprints to my dream gaff
The writing's on the wall and
All you see's graff
And this is all the seeds
Have? Everybody seem baff
They ain't got the Roddy Piper shades yet
Get hit from outta nowhere
Sniper rifle range
You don't strike me as the
Type to make the grade, cuz
I got the highest grade
All my papers get the A+
In other words, we lighting paper planes up
Flight 420 is now ready for take off
Recruiting soldiers for the war
Should be rolling for the cause
Instead we're rolling up the Raw
Sitting staring at the screen
Should be preparing with ya team
The revolution's nearer than it seems
Recruiting soldiers for the war
Should be rolling for the cause
Instead we're rolling up the Raw
Sitting staring at the screen
Should be preparing with ya team
The revolution's nearer than it seems
"Who wanna get burned?!"