Backroads Pt 2 (dirty)
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[produced by think twice]
[verse 1, Goldenboy]
Shit there goes the last bus
Guess you stuck on this path
Scuffin ya kicks
Humming to yourself
And you strut
Run and persist
Everything is fucked up
Look at our clique
Some of us spilt
If the only time you dream is you drunk
And the only smile you bust when you lit
You ain't even livin just stuck in the reminiscence
A vison of the kids at the cribs in the dusk
Trying to live it up to the limit
And we did it like the studs which is us
But which is us?
This is what becomes of the ambition
Had game plans that you let go
Instead of toasts with the king can
It's a handshake
Hello, and its mad strange
Trying to act like nothing ain't changed tho
Man Echo's in a damn grave
And folks scrambling to make ends meet
Fate hates Gold
Out side the cove he can't make friends
Jesus
Nobody does it like we did
And not as good not as dignified
Not as weeded
And thought until we died it would be all sweet shit
But if the dream is not alive then the streak's finished
And you wanna cry
Every time walked the line
Caught between hot fire and the spotless sky
With a cross that you gotsta floss with
No help so its on yourself to get the hell home
[verse 2 Goldenboy]
What are you a sissy? Just because your
Brothers from the Team got you pissy
Off the keef hits you wishing for a taxi
Ixnay
It Isn't everyday you get to chat with me in
This way
Get a break when we make the crib, kay?
Actually wish you had a Quik shake, Cuz you
Know a athlete need to stay in shape at this
Age
Can you recall it seems way back, there used
To be a Mac's here, and who remember the
Name jazz?
It's like a curse, to forget those times Mi
Amigo, and the final of the high school heroes
Be dispersed
Ya heard a screech, turn to see a whip clip
A curb and speed away Blurred just
Teenagers Disturbing peace
And the birds search with you in the first light
And might as well try and pull a full cycle
Can't imagine sleep now, Deep down it feel
Like ya been out since leaving town
Ya dreamt long four years, poor man, and
When you in your quarters can't recognize
Floorplan
So you slam more beers with the fam
Sad like you had to force back tears
Cheers, so it comes to this last canto
Alone refection of your own past shadow
As you past slow say it last chance like:
Theres no place like home
Nowhere right
[sample from movie: flashdance]
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