We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens Of war, we don't speak anymore, Dark is the light, The man you fight, With all your prayers, incantations, Running away, a trivial day, Of judgment and deliverance, To whom was sold, this bounty

So we’re feeling like gold Ghost slowly faded, 14 carat plated Oh, oh, oh, oh, Slick Rick Gold, row fun, hella cold And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toe Today we’re feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Everything is gold,

Hard days, cold nights Staring down at an empty cup like I'ma fill, I'ma fill it up All day, all night Ten feet down nearly my whole life But I'll be rising, rising up We all want what we never had The good life doesn't seem so bad The good life doesn't

Shootouts is similar to Wild West Broad daylight, face to face without a vest You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles Please God to save the life that the Devil sold See "It Was Written" but was never told Peep the jewels black man, it's

All I want, is to be home Wish I were with you, but I couldn't stay Every direction leads me away Pray for tomorrow, but for today Stand in the mirror, you look the same Just looking for shelter, from the cold and the pain Someone to cover, safe from the

I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in) I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes And when I open that do', bitch, get in my car I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa with it

A star shines in all of us, we'll search for all our lives, One day we'll find a way, and a reason to survive, Cry for the day to return like no one can understand, Will you wait alone for me tonight, Hold me, save me We all face our fears in the world,

We've come a long way since that day And we will never look back, at the faded silhouette To the old school To the old rounds, it's all about the newfound We are the newborn, the world knew all about us (We are the future and we're here to stay) And we

Shut the fuck up! Get up! Times are looking grim these days Holding on to everything It's hard to draw the line Itching is the pulse inside Creeping out to come alive It's just doing what it's gonna do And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space Tortured by

If I needed someone to control me If I need someone to hold me down I would change my direction If I needed someone to push me around Drown, rolling faster then I'm breathing Good morning day And save myself before I Sorry I'm not there But all my