Wu Dirt

Irv Washington, Kenny Wright, Terrell Hines

Verse 1:
So many questions I hear but there’s no solution
In these yellow valleys running from Medusa
Watch out for the sirens they’ll try to seduce you
I’m bout to get big rich like Mansa Musa
It’s a certain code we don’t like intruders
Some type of way we got caught in a hyperlooper
I portal drifted all the way to the future
I feel like we in a high-speed computer
Unlock myself inside my crazy dreams
Now I’m roaming all through these metallic streams
Propaganda yea that’s the new dopamine
Damn I think I like postmodernity

Chorus:
See the smoke the high and lows
So tell me, tell me how far you wanna go?
Put your mother-fucking hands up right now
That’s all I remember
Put your mother-fucking hands up right now
That’s all I remember
The boulders are rolling on the ground
Shit
Put your mother-fucking hands up right now
That’s all I remember

Verse 2:
I rather find meaning in the concrete
I can see the wind blowing going out east
What you gonna say yea when you gonna speak
Take you to the chilly winds and give you energy
I don’t really care to much about confetti
Cause after this they probably gonna try to get me
I watch it fall watch it crumble from an alley
And I’m just tip toeing through the yellow valleys

Chorus:
See the smoke the high and lows
So tell me, tell me how far you wanna go?
Put your mother-fucking hands up right now
That’s all I remember
Put your mother-fucking hands up right now
That’s all I remember
The boulders are rolling on the ground
Shit
Put your mother-fucking hands up right now
That’s all I remember

Verse 3:
I used to think the world was gonna fucking end
In the Czech Republic talking to the friends
Brainstorming shit about the internet
Everybody still wondering what’s next
Will I ever get it man this shit is complex
That's why I rather live in the vortex
No scantron nigga yea life a test
A test we’ll past better get a grip
Yea I used to be lost in the meadows
Now I’m vibing and I’m chilling with the echoes
Don’t you listen to em baby yea your soul gold
They gone tell you anything cause this world cold
Outdated, outdated yea we all know
We take it with a grain of salt but results show
That this shit is fucked up it could all blow
Stranded on a burning rock how far you wanna go

Beliebteste Lieder von Terrell Hines

Andere Künstler von Middle of the Road (MOR)