All These Worlds Are Yours (feat. E L U C I D)

Billy Woods

Ainda não temos a cifra desta música.

Today I watched a man die in a hole from the comfort of my home
The drone flew real low, no rush, real slow
He curled up into himself, a fetus in the womb
Womb was the Earth
Grenades landed at his feet, and he scrabbled in the dirt

As close as we be to the furthest planet
As close as we be to the furthest planet
As close as we be to the furthest planet
As close as we be to the furthest planet
As close as we be to the furthest planet
As close as we be to the furthest planet
In the trip
Dialup transmission, freak mind
Infokill game stage
In the box, off the chart
Subbass loop suggested killing more cops
Sex tape, send 'em
Doing it in the park
Fuck a promise out my enemies, headshot in the dark
My meta glyph, holographic in the asylum of empire
Trench fire, silent weapons, body horror, private booth

My boot shine, my teeth shine, my collar loose
Denim tears
Deep state thrills
Oral quarrels, mutual ass eating, raw deluxe
War of the temple, how much would you cost?

As close as we be to the furthest planet
As close as we be to the furthest planet
As close as we be to the furthest planet
As close as we be to the furthest planet