My Brother, The Wind (Bonus Track)

(albüm: VOIR DIRE - 2023)

Crazy Nigerian wallet...
Uhh... not there
You know what I'm saying?
Gotta let go of it
Tryna both-hand grip the vip, got me parrying

Nigerian wallet made out of snake
Long face in the bank, short change
This tour would feel like forty states
Why we going home? Patrol the gate
What's going 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
Shivering, erasing 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 playing 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 playing point a couple at the buss down
I'm on La Brea saying

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?