My Brother, The Wind 가사

Crazy Nigerian wallet Uh, nah, not there You know what I'm saying? Gotta let go of it Tryna both-hand grip the whip, got me crazy Nigerian wallet made out of snake Long face in the bank, short change This tour would feel like forty states Why we goin' home? Patrol the gate What's goin' on? I'm in the mall with the Jordan face High as Hell Keep the reggie, off a seventy of wedding cake Tan Cressi' chain heavenly, the blessings came Might stretch a bit, but never cave on the bends Barricades, bloodstained messages I never sent My brain left, see what's left, on the left Etch A Sketch what I live Shiverin', erasin' what I did Opaque, be complacent as the wind My brother, like Sun Ra, we all need you Godspeed You! Black Emperor Dark legions, what's the run-down Lump sum's a piece of summer, the guns now And let me hit the spliff before that bitch run out I heard it's up to us, more than enough I know I'm playin' to tough crowds Convert the data, tell that racist to whip the bus 'round We 'bout to shake the taco truck down Nah, I'm playin', plate a couple I could buss down I'm on la Brea sayin' Honestly, my nigga Don't even trip on like whether you gonna do a good job or a bad job Or other– all that other shit, man You just gotta– you just gotta be there, man You just gotta pull up (yeah) You just gotta– Just be present, bro, like fuck life Oh man, am I– am I gonna fuck up for the rest– so what? You just gotta be there You gonna fuck up if you not (Yup, so let me get, uh– chicken sandwich) A'ight Uh, can I get a, um– chicken sandwich? And a, uh, a carne asada burrito?