TRUNKS
Hideout in the graveyard
I see towers shaped like obelisks
I'll send a picture postcard of the crystals shining on my wrist
I'm feeling kinda funny cause I'm straight up wandering through the mist
I meet the statue and he says
"Of course, of course, I'm on the list"
The table I got is only for one
I seek what I sought and I cover the sun
Next level, what's next, I can't be undone
I seek what I sought and I covered the sun, yuh
I steal what I get and I get what I steal
Through past or future, I keep it surreal
I burn what I break and I'm wielding the steel
Covered in blankets, I invented the wheel
Grave posse, tomb mossy
More bodies underground
Catch your breath, don't matter
Step up, go work it out
If they make problems, get fired up and drunk
Might just see that problem person take a Nappa in a Trunk, so
You better watch your step on your walk to the graveyard
You'll get what you get
Go repent for what you paid for
Golden arrow strapped on the back of a centaur
Glory at your neck for what you buried in your backyard
Better watch your step on your walk to the graveyard
You'll get what you get
Go repent for what you paid for
Golden arrow strapped on the back of a centaur
Glory at your neck for what you buried in your backyard
I go hideout in the woods
We gon' fly now, it's all good
We gone hunting for the ghouls
I'm gon' travel with no rules
Please don't take me for no fool
Maybe I'm cursed cause I got no jewels
Maybe I'm first cause I do not lose
I don't wake up, yeah, I don't hit snooze
Peep these sneakers, not my shoes
I'm feeling sick, I go achoo
I look nice, that's what I do
I dress fly compared to you
When I wake up naked
My body statue, man I look like David, uh
She grow impatient
When I got this magnum
Way I'm really slinging, said
I'm slaying, I be slaying
She say I'm Super, that's what I been Saiyan
Any way I'm taking, man I'm attaining
Then I channel Ki, then I'm levitating
Pistol D. Rew I take precaution
Do the green Dew, I'm taking Baja
Blast 'em back with this grata-tata
Flow is shotta, talking Choppa Choppa
I'm Tony Tony, bitches think I'm cute
And she phoning for me, bitches think I'm good
It's mutual, she a beauty, built like Munch
Drip so future, look like Trunks
Grave posse, tomb mossy
More bodies underground
Catch your breath, don't matter
Step up, go work it out
If they make problems, get fired up and drunk
Might just see that problem person take a Nappa in a Trunk, so
You better watch your step on your walk to the graveyard
You'll get what you get
Go repent for what you paid for
Golden arrow strapped on the back of a centaur
Glory at your neck for what you buried in your backyard
Better watch your step on your walk to the graveyard
You'll get what you get
Go repent for what you paid for
Golden arrow strapped on the back of a centaur
Glory at your neck for what you buried in your-
Glory sun, blind your eyes
Faith you walk, no surprise
Form your dream, fantasize
Right your wrongs and realize
Your true light, multiply
Ask yourself, can you try?
Can you fly?
Will you hide?
Is it right?
Bury your thoughts in the yard
Bury your thoughts in the yard
Bury yourself under the logs
Bury me in the light till I can't breathe anymore
Burned into the back of your eyelids
Like the Devil's score
Bury me in the light till I can't breathe anymore
Burned into the back of your eyelids
Like the Devil's score
All was quiet
I see towers shaped like obelisks
I'll send a picture postcard of the crystals shining on my wrist
I'm feeling kinda funny cause I'm straight up wandering through the mist
I meet the statue and he says
"Of course, of course, I'm on the list"
The table I got is only for one
I seek what I sought and I cover the sun
Next level, what's next, I can't be undone
I seek what I sought and I covered the sun, yuh
I steal what I get and I get what I steal
Through past or future, I keep it surreal
I burn what I break and I'm wielding the steel
Covered in blankets, I invented the wheel
Grave posse, tomb mossy
More bodies underground
Catch your breath, don't matter
Step up, go work it out
If they make problems, get fired up and drunk
Might just see that problem person take a Nappa in a Trunk, so
You better watch your step on your walk to the graveyard
You'll get what you get
Go repent for what you paid for
Golden arrow strapped on the back of a centaur
Glory at your neck for what you buried in your backyard
Better watch your step on your walk to the graveyard
You'll get what you get
Go repent for what you paid for
Golden arrow strapped on the back of a centaur
Glory at your neck for what you buried in your backyard
I go hideout in the woods
We gon' fly now, it's all good
We gone hunting for the ghouls
I'm gon' travel with no rules
Please don't take me for no fool
Maybe I'm cursed cause I got no jewels
Maybe I'm first cause I do not lose
I don't wake up, yeah, I don't hit snooze
Peep these sneakers, not my shoes
I'm feeling sick, I go achoo
I look nice, that's what I do
I dress fly compared to you
When I wake up naked
My body statue, man I look like David, uh
She grow impatient
When I got this magnum
Way I'm really slinging, said
I'm slaying, I be slaying
She say I'm Super, that's what I been Saiyan
Any way I'm taking, man I'm attaining
Then I channel Ki, then I'm levitating
Pistol D. Rew I take precaution
Do the green Dew, I'm taking Baja
Blast 'em back with this grata-tata
Flow is shotta, talking Choppa Choppa
I'm Tony Tony, bitches think I'm cute
And she phoning for me, bitches think I'm good
It's mutual, she a beauty, built like Munch
Drip so future, look like Trunks
Grave posse, tomb mossy
More bodies underground
Catch your breath, don't matter
Step up, go work it out
If they make problems, get fired up and drunk
Might just see that problem person take a Nappa in a Trunk, so
You better watch your step on your walk to the graveyard
You'll get what you get
Go repent for what you paid for
Golden arrow strapped on the back of a centaur
Glory at your neck for what you buried in your backyard
Better watch your step on your walk to the graveyard
You'll get what you get
Go repent for what you paid for
Golden arrow strapped on the back of a centaur
Glory at your neck for what you buried in your-
Glory sun, blind your eyes
Faith you walk, no surprise
Form your dream, fantasize
Right your wrongs and realize
Your true light, multiply
Ask yourself, can you try?
Can you fly?
Will you hide?
Is it right?
Bury your thoughts in the yard
Bury your thoughts in the yard
Bury yourself under the logs
Bury me in the light till I can't breathe anymore
Burned into the back of your eyelids
Like the Devil's score
Bury me in the light till I can't breathe anymore
Burned into the back of your eyelids
Like the Devil's score
All was quiet
Credits
Writer(s): Phil Coady
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