"Moonbow" lyrics
Armand Hammer & The Alchemist Lyrics
[billy woods:]
They never believe it when you tell 'em either, that's the thing
Son might sell you a boondoggle like '90s ski goggles
In the hood, it's either lead or follow
I'm livin' like the streets is cobble
Sit at the desk rolling trees, you would think I'm putting ships in a bottle
One seed is a mazel
Two seeds, I'ma grieve, three, we coming to rob you
Since the decision, feeling hollow, I miss you, but I'm old
Pride ain't that much to swallow no more
I miss you like the regime toppled
Knew it was coming and still blindsided like Luke Joeckel
Blinded white out the Maglite, I'm an apostle
They holding mirrors, so every pull of the piff feel like a sneak diss
The spliff feel like a chairlift
Step off the plane and smile when I can see my breath, you negros is dead
The people is fed from the palm of a tyrant
Michelin star, you dine in near silence
Silverware rattling, chewing and sighing
Luxuriously slow violence like Pinochet's best pilots
Death flights with the sun behind us
The South Atlantic a carpet of shimmering diamonds
[E L U C I D:]
Get off at the last stop
1-800-COPS-SHOT, if you need a hotline
Half life, state murder pastime
Who promised you tomorrow when they came for me?
We was watching towers rise where they fell
Rockets, comets, scarabs, and scales
What matters, whose body?
Will is free, water's not, order now, order hot
Few steps ahead of fire, she likes when she's watched
She can tell when you're lying, I know when I'm not
As red as the sky been, as wide as your gaze wanders
Coastline contour
Hiss and crackle like third rock in God's crack pipe
How about some hardcore?
Past few nights hectic
Exit row only, ain't no check-in, can I kick it?
Devil waters, slick shit out the spigot
Mirages, sleight of hand, I'm minding business, it pays
Exact change, may you shine through to the end of your days
They never believe it when you tell 'em either, that's the thing
Son might sell you a boondoggle like '90s ski goggles
In the hood, it's either lead or follow
I'm livin' like the streets is cobble
Sit at the desk rolling trees, you would think I'm putting ships in a bottle
One seed is a mazel
Two seeds, I'ma grieve, three, we coming to rob you
Since the decision, feeling hollow, I miss you, but I'm old
Pride ain't that much to swallow no more
I miss you like the regime toppled
Knew it was coming and still blindsided like Luke Joeckel
Blinded white out the Maglite, I'm an apostle
They holding mirrors, so every pull of the piff feel like a sneak diss
The spliff feel like a chairlift
Step off the plane and smile when I can see my breath, you negros is dead
The people is fed from the palm of a tyrant
Michelin star, you dine in near silence
Silverware rattling, chewing and sighing
Luxuriously slow violence like Pinochet's best pilots
Death flights with the sun behind us
The South Atlantic a carpet of shimmering diamonds
[E L U C I D:]
Get off at the last stop
1-800-COPS-SHOT, if you need a hotline
Half life, state murder pastime
Who promised you tomorrow when they came for me?
We was watching towers rise where they fell
Rockets, comets, scarabs, and scales
What matters, whose body?
Will is free, water's not, order now, order hot
Few steps ahead of fire, she likes when she's watched
She can tell when you're lying, I know when I'm not
As red as the sky been, as wide as your gaze wanders
Coastline contour
Hiss and crackle like third rock in God's crack pipe
How about some hardcore?
Past few nights hectic
Exit row only, ain't no check-in, can I kick it?
Devil waters, slick shit out the spigot
Mirages, sleight of hand, I'm minding business, it pays
Exact change, may you shine through to the end of your days
