Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Born Yesterday, artist - Billy Woods. Album song Today, I Wrote Nothing, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Backwoodz Studioz
Song language: English
Born Yesterday |
Buried kin in rocky ground |
Shallow grave, how sweet the sound |
Amazing grace, first bus out of town |
Lie boldfaced when the man come around |
They got enough work if you can’t find it |
Broad negros work like Caribbean island |
Old heads smiling, like Woods you wildin' |
Mayhap, slept in the shelter with the wave cap |
Scoured the shower with Ajax |
A man’s own pride will bait traps |
Gnawed the limb, fled like rats |
Fuck outta here with them late raps |
Born yesterday, but we stayed up all night |
Born yesterday, but we stayed up all night |
Born yesterday, but we stayed up all night |
Born yesterday, but we stayed up all night |
Born yesterday, but we stayed up all night |
Born yesterday, but we stayed up all night |
Born yesterday, but we stayed up all night |
Born yesterday, but we stayed up all night |
Rain sluices off trees, dried the wet leaves heavy foot |
Ride it out branches the cancer advances captain hook |
Listening for that crocodile |
Same dark wood he knew as a child |
Fear of the forest |
Entitled white girl tasted all the porridge |
More the poorer for it |
World on fire, but he wouldn’t piss on it |
Eyes burnished onyx |
They gave us special glasses to watch the comet |
I can still feel that African sun |
It wasn’t just us, the whole country was young |
Born yesterday, but we stayed up all night |
Born yesterday, but we stayed up all night |
Born yesterday, but we stayed up all night |
Born yesterday, but we stayed up all night |
Born yesterday, but we stayed up all night |
Born yesterday, but we stayed up all night |
Born yesterday, but we stayed up all night |
Born yesterday, but we stayed up all night |
Outside lie dark turned fields, with rags of snow and darker woods beyond that |
harbor yet a few last wolves. |
A solitary migrant upon that flat and pastoral |
landscape. |
Blacks in the fields lank and stooped, their fingers spider-like |
among the bowls of cotton. |
The shadowed agony in the garden |