Shahmen - 1981985 Pt 2 (Black Flowers) | Текст песни

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• 1981985 Pt 2 (Black Flowers)

Look what’s risen out the bad patch.
Shell cracked be the last of the batch to hatch.
I’m here blaze with my last bag and last match.
And feel the fade, then I have to get my bags packed.
I’m out for days on my way and a thousand pass.
There is no way to count up years with an hourglass.
So I don’t ever watch the clock while the hours pass.
I’m busy chiseling this rock, flipping knots of cash.
2 pounds of grass and a couple different blocks of hash,
A home studio, a couch and a spot to crash,
And I be digging in the mountain where the fountain’s at.
You think you found it, but I’m bound to bring the power back.
I did my studies and I never pulled the coward act.
I’m feeling lovely but some loves didn’t ever last.
Still not for nothing, a couple drugs left a sour flash.
You seen my mug? It would probably turn the flowers black
But every step they would reach from the ground to catch,
My heels and my ankles as I wrangle past.
Doing the tango with destiny’s sexy ass.
Feeling the strangle of the danger right upon my back.
But I maintain though with the fate right upon my grasp.

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