Dead Cars

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Scrapyard ghosts levitating, slap box under wolf moons
 Above streets where siri noted coordinates and was too scared to speak, come through
 Host the grease, burnin' candles in the teeth
 Summoned by the killer who remembered the names of each
 Southside cop killer queens
 Circle the vehicle and squeeze
 Dusty feet beat streets with the breeze to their back
 Some things you just can't leave in the past
 They follow you home like skinny dogs separated from the pack
 Toss another bone in the valley, they gnash
 (Toss another bone in the valley, they gnash)
 Dead cars stuffed with garbage line lost blocks
 Laughin' at alternate side parkin'
 Copper wire by the yard, scrap by the pound
 Capoeira with the words, I just spin 'em round and round and round
 That blood spattered Pelourinho center the town
 Her bloody gown
 Drug mud through the big house, massa gon' frown
 Right before we throw him in the ground
 Throw it in neutral, my cousins'll push me out, out
 Pin-stripe and buffalo plaid, industrial gas leak
 Good project heat, chap lip, cracked, A&D for the scab
 Dead cats in the streets for a week
 'Tussin, rubbin' the gash
 A few doors down from the beast
 I was passed, smoked out on the Ave
 The brash will discourage and the timid never try
 The last born burden that he carried 'til he died
 Earth, wind and fire, Brazilian rhyme, it's wild
 Nine and out user, what it look like to be free and alive at 35
 (what it look like to be free and alive at 35)
 Big Bitcoin horde and a VCR that still records
 Teeny demises and reports
 Bust through the ceiling and was floored
 Yahweh's gardener was bored
 Since he hopped off the porch
 In communion with the source
 Lots of sauce and a little force
 Bronze Kafka metamorph
 Black Orpheus at the course
 In the backwoods, jiggin' with no remorse, jiggin' with no remorse
 In the backwoods, jiggy with no remorse, jiggy with no remorse
 In the backwoods, jiggin' with no remorse, jiggin' with no remorse
 Pointed and said, "walk 'til the air thins"
 Won't see the water, but you'll taste salt in the wind
 The city's a hoarder, long dead in her bed
 Shiftin' borders, buckle and bend
 All the president's men suckled at the cracked shell
 Wild raccoons, empty lots where it used to be crack sales now quiet as tombs
 'Cept when the rats squeal, cats wail in heat
 I circle back east, beg the beggar's forgiveness
 Got the correct directions in gibberish
 Tolls diminish, desperate trolls abandon crumblin' bridges
 Hot with the sickness, '96 Lexus LS on blocks in the yard
 Rust fingers grip first floor burglar bars
 Scarecrow stuffed with straw, stuffed in idly marked cars
 (Keep 'em guessin')
 Broke the door at First Baptist, played the pews like project benches
 The light was beautiful streamin' through the broken entrance
 PVC replaced the cadaver bones at the viewing
 Cruel, played for fools, family never knew it
 Jackals chasin' secrets through the ruins
 Diseased tissue sold the planet and another human
 Host body under influence, clueless
 Big spoon, death loomin', tune in, trauma addled
 Room was swollen with squall, the dream showed up on the wall and yous called
 All in all, all in all, all in all
 Projects on the beach, sandcastle instead of lawn
 Trousers, high water table got three legs
 First in the flood, mud mask, cup of blood
 Just ask if you must
 

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Duration
03:32
Key
10
Tempo
127 BPM

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