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letra de riders roll - fyre

[young g]
yeah

danked out, feeling low land on the go
too young to show
reflections of the entrance
completion of the sentence, the end of the bending
intent to pen script infections in the seasons
doubting all the reasons, factor of creating
in the end of believing, backwards shading
the act of conceiving any eternal grieving
[mxlplx]
moves swing to and fro
pendulum other motion once you think you know
then push you out control and now you’re in the cyclone
spinning likе a planet born to hold the microphone
living to undеrstand it’s so long looking forever
accepting what you are’s i’m bringing stormy weather
bet your life on stars, existence in a bucket
the very stuff essential’s the best when you don’t love it
prepare to be a rebel til the day you die
so scared of the devil, it makes you wanna cry
strangled by your urges, going out your mind
everyday you search this lonely land but never find
an answer to the questions that left you far behind
cancer got you stressing, breathless and out of time
d-mned to deal with blessings, everything looks like a sign
leg deep in the battle, forced to fight the war
people attempt to saddle and ride until they soar
above this world of trash filth beyond comprehension
lurking in the ash, yawning and learning lessons

[sw-nk]
signed it and poor, left to see you, where’s the truth?
with the world over my head up beneath my boots
another crazy spirit waits to be rebuked
balance in the peace with a piece of his fruit
i ain’t the motherf-cker that you wanna dare to shoot
so much is lost and every screw is loose
from the dukes of love to the love of dukes
on cruise control, smoking to board the roots
i’d rather suffer in my d-ckies then dance in a suit
i found my home ain’t here while the devil commutes
the poor will walk a higher level of use
the streets just split open and the rebels improve
all i need is prayer just to sever the roof
and walk the way, scr-ping down for the riders to roll
i’ve got a land for you all growing in my soul
channeled by the anger, the lord’s loopholes
belief in unknown, let the length of the road
when the rinse can’t touch her cuz the wind’s end cross a boat
(cuz the winds can’t touch her)
resist and get bent for when the tide can’t go
(for when the tide can’t touch her)
it goes to yond to flash a forward road
(when the rinse can’t touch her)
when the ends can’t touch her cuz the ends release the old
(cuz the ends can’t touch her)
cuz the world can’t love her, cuz the world can’t love her, cuz the world can’t love her
watch me roll
cuz the world can’t love her
now watch me roll

- fyre

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