Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yellowbrick Road, artist - Prop Dylan. Album song The Cardinal Sin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.11.2013
Record label: Catapults
Song language: English
Yellowbrick Road |
Get on my grind |
And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode |
Get on my grind |
And we steadily grow but sometimes it be like incredibly slow |
But get on my grind |
And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode |
Get on my grind |
Though we’re sellin' these souls, we’ll find a way back to Yellowbrick Road |
Yo, get on my grind like a wall street broker |
And this time, yo, I thought things over |
Like how to get the world off these shoulders |
Little bit of luck for the four leaf clover |
It’s not over, it’s more like a new beginning |
Even if my mood is ringing, gotta stay true to givin' |
And if my crew is with it, I’m all set |
That my future livin' is right at the doorstep |
The court says northwest, east to the south |
Never leave stage without «peace» to the crowd |
They the very reason why I keep hanging out |
Instant classics, beyond reasonable doubt |
Never leavin' now, I’m headed where the grass is greener |
To dust off the past like a vacuum cleaner |
So now they speak «go pass the heater» |
In order to elevate like a bag of cheeba |
Get on my grind |
And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode |
Get on my grind |
And we steadily grow but sometimes it be like incredibly slow |
But get on my grind |
And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode |
Get on my grind |
Though we’re sellin' these souls, we’ll find a way back to Yellowbrick Road |
Ey yo, some work the streets, they get the chips right |
I scheme on the beats to get my swipe strong |
No Yellowbrick Road for you to get high |
Show my butter and bread, I keep my eyes open |
Yo, life, long grind, or whatever you call it |
It’s about that time I was stretchin' a target |
I thought he show up, never settled for garbage |
So when I’m up in the record executive’s office |
I will make it red clear for the cheddar we orders |
And if I finish you by then, then you deffo retarded |
But regardless of stress, my plans will pan out |
But, how many chance down |
I stand ground for the fans and the latest lovin' |
Gotta raise the budget, it all cost |
And now the game, if it sound, in straight up rugged |
Gonna, just can’t cut it |
But fuck it, it’s all yours |
Get on my grind |
And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode |
Get on my grind |
And we steadily grow but sometimes it be like incredibly slow |
But get on my grind |
And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode |
Get on my grind |
Though we’re sellin' these souls, we’ll find a way back to Yellowbrick Road |
Yo, yo, yo, new tour, new city, new crown |
New interviews, 'cause the video out |
New bang at the livin' room, wow |
When fans want a infant, gonna fit the new style, but uh |
I’m the same, nothing changed the dog |
For the worse, for the better, it’s like a daze so far |
I play my part through the worldwide motion |
And never forget, keep your third eye open |
Give it up for Prop Dylan, make some noise |
Prop Dylan, what’s up, man |
You the motherfucking homeboy |
Yeah man, tellin' my man Prop Dylan, Logophobia |
Get on my grind |
And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode |
Get on my grind |
And we steadily grow but sometimes it be like incredibly slow |
But get on my grind |
And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode |
Get on my grind |
Though we’re sellin' these souls, we’ll find a way back to Yellowbrick Road |
Get on my grind |
Get on my grind |
Get on my grind |
Get on my grind |
Get on my grind |
Get on my grind |
Get on my grind |