Lyrics

Cold fryer full of old grease You don't work, you don't eat The wind didn't blow for a week Birds fly east searchin' for green Open beaks in the nest, money machines Flutterin', flags, covetous hags It's not really movin' if it's not movin' fast Mouth full of glass Mouth full of glass Water like a mirror, cut the gas with precision scissors Bent to the task as if gravedigger When it was slow cut each other's hair with clippers Bullets cuttin' through dead air lookin' for victims Vickers, VSM stamped on the ammunition That's unusual though Usually you sit there, the sun come and go The moon float, horses thrown overboard kick fast, then slow It don't really mattеr which Thick mist, piff smoke, draw straws from clenched fists Sinkin' ship, human souls in thе hull He got the whole world in his hands, ice cold Open them palms up, turned black as a ghost Nothin' ever happens 'til it do Waterproof boots, almost new Moms shook her head "you shouldn't wear a dead man's shoe" Nothin' ever happens 'til it does Muchos problemas if you don't have it for the plug (trust me) Time's up Nobody ever really did it for the love We exchange time for drugs Time piled up, but it was never enough Time flies when you call a nigga bluff Time ran down on us like the first of the month and dumped Caught him lackin', wakin' up on a park bench a bum Nothin' ever happens 'til it do Waterproof boots, like new Moms shook her head "shouldn't wear a dead man's shoes" Nothin' ever happens 'til it does Muchos problemas if you don't have it for the plug In tight spaces I learned not to speak Submarine skirtin' mountain peaks Fernando Po's Black Beach Yemeni traders off the coast of Mozambique Packed bodegas, akh in the weeds Gold shimmerin' in the reef African water in the lengths of the piece Tha Carter III pour out a double parked Jeep The rain starts the minute I leave At the corner the water waist deep Nothin' ever happens 'til it do Waterproof boots, waterproof boots Nothin' ever happens 'til it does Muchas problemas if you don't have it for the plug (the plug)
Writer(s): Billy Woods, Preservation Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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