Shahmen - Written By Wolves lyrics
[Shahmen - Written By Wolves lyrics]
You can tell by my tires that not everybody
Who's has driven with me is still alive
Also, that I like my drinks neat
Bottled and in the bus stop
Also, that we're drowning in precinct paper
Department store floor plans and
Applications to the moon
And we can change the color of our snot
From gifted to heart attack and tell you
About ashes but where all these angels come
From smelling like the cigarette that fells
And whys the man on the same
Side of these headlights freezing up
If got nothing to say at my
Funeral I'll speak on your behalf
Heroin in my smile
Mountain niggas flat land robbery among
Some things on my mind
The last store running and name the shit
After life Friday to the filter
I'm a talk tale on earth
But here's to the angel that
Never appeared to America
In the night of dog paddle in the
Batch of hangovers looking for
A home you know
A lot when you live this long
It's my and offensive speed hold
A pair of rambling dice
Got unique cameras from young souls that
Say shut up about our city
Here to crash over a post, my
The streets teeth them to
Pieces and there's reservoir
Art of the face of stragglers and
Say bad news back home and say we
Gotta grow up on his behalf
Stumble back to a car full of
Last standing truth is still but
Still liquor missed the street you
Should be proud of me
I'm a mural man almost organized from
Everyone of my that wake
Up on last on morning if it was worth it
I'm three decades homie
The reservoir art is all I ever see
You know I'm two thousand
Miles from my first
Friday night you know I really survived
Maybe I wrote my first poem for no reason man
California is cold
Who's has driven with me is still alive
Also, that I like my drinks neat
Bottled and in the bus stop
Also, that we're drowning in precinct paper
Department store floor plans and
Applications to the moon
And we can change the color of our snot
From gifted to heart attack and tell you
About ashes but where all these angels come
From smelling like the cigarette that fells
And whys the man on the same
Side of these headlights freezing up
If got nothing to say at my
Funeral I'll speak on your behalf
Heroin in my smile
Mountain niggas flat land robbery among
Some things on my mind
The last store running and name the shit
After life Friday to the filter
I'm a talk tale on earth
But here's to the angel that
Never appeared to America
In the night of dog paddle in the
Batch of hangovers looking for
A home you know
A lot when you live this long
It's my and offensive speed hold
A pair of rambling dice
Got unique cameras from young souls that
Say shut up about our city
Here to crash over a post, my
The streets teeth them to
Pieces and there's reservoir
Art of the face of stragglers and
Say bad news back home and say we
Gotta grow up on his behalf
Stumble back to a car full of
Last standing truth is still but
Still liquor missed the street you
Should be proud of me
I'm a mural man almost organized from
Everyone of my that wake
Up on last on morning if it was worth it
I'm three decades homie
The reservoir art is all I ever see
You know I'm two thousand
Miles from my first
Friday night you know I really survived
Maybe I wrote my first poem for no reason man
California is cold