NEW WORLD OLD MONEY - Hedegaard, Era Wadi

NEW WORLD OLD MONEY - Hedegaard, Era Wadi

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OBLIVION
Год
2019
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
185710

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NEW WORLD OLD MONEY

Hedegaard, Era Wadi

Yo, listen, homie

Listen, homie

Listen, homie

Listen, homie, this the mission:

Make sure we no longer up in the kitchen

Munchin' fried baloney, government cheese, paper plates

White rice covered with beans with tea on the side

Listen, homie, this the mission:

Make sure the lights work when we switch 'em

Whiter white or lukewarm

Not a wordsmith, good book tour, write hooks for

Abrams over Luke’s score

Listen, homie, this the mission: from back back in the kitchen

Mom and Daddy penny pinchin'

Car need a new ignition, and brake pads in the back

Back by any means a mutherfucker get it

Seen you in your dream of glory and grandeur

Better get your answers before they can stop us

The drug grease nicely for the palm of your handler

Slippin' in the moment and forgettin' big papa is

Speak with candor, go mind your manners, new world old money

The dope got antlers, too cold to stand around and answer

Don’t grow no show, too cold Costanza

Too cold Costanza, too cold Costanza

Don’t grow don’t show, too cold Costanza, cold Costanza

Too cold Costanza

Too cold

(New world, old money

New, new money…

New world, old money…)

Let me get lost in my headspace

Queen took the King to the boards, yelling «checkmate»

Clyde is the best mate, cut from the cuff link off of the coffin

Laugh if they cuff me

Let me get my head back, pullin' out the weave

If they shootin' heads, they protect the legacy

We ain’t never sleep, we been workin' here for weeks

Weeks turn months, months to years, I see the enemy

But amongst your fear I see flight on a reflex

Red dye high in the sky, where the chief next

Teach your partner how to fly a yacht, getting sea legs

'Round the world if you got the Glock, killing

Millions of people, billions of dollars in wealth

Fell asleep at the wheel, get in the car, try to sell

Spiteful cycles are bad for the kind of wealth

Now we know how grandmama felt

Speak with candor, go mind your manners, new world old money

The dope got antlers, too cold to stand around and answer

Don’t grow no show, too cold Costanza

Too cold Costanza, too cold Costanza

Don’t grow don’t show, too cold Costanza, cold Costanza

Too cold Costanza

Too cold

(New world, old money

New, new money…

New world, old money…)

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