"Wolves" lyrics
Raury, Hirsh, Kiss Meta, Neil Nokia & Ashia Karana Lyrics
Home of the braves
Something like the home of the slaves
Roll up in taste
These niggas change the tones on their face
Only I pray my tenderoni holding my place
Knowing my way's a rolling stone
I'm roaming for days
Home is a place, but, in this case, my home is my state
Not speaking Georgia. I'm talking mental
Purchase the rental
I'm tryna borrow some peace of mind hit "Snooze" on my issues
I'm occupied with my broken self
Don't think I can fix you
McKayla told me that she was mine
A nigga believed it
Obituaries of friends I lost and wonder where Keith is
I'm paranoid
Hear the hallway whispers seeding their secrets
Fuck all the glory
Fuck interviews
Y'all niggas can keep it
When I was bleeding
Not eating
Making plans to get even
With niggas questioning who I am, with gates they be keeping
This is my heart
This is how I'm feeling
This evening
At one with God
At one with angels
Even my demons
It don't hurt like, hurt like it used to do
With niggas questioning who I am, with gates they be keeping
It don't hurt no more
This is my heart
This is how I'm feeling
This evening
In a sec, I'm 'bout to finish that
Go to Plymouth and look at her differences from pictures that
Intersect the medulla I interact with
Drive me insane with candy acid tabs on the couch and yea
I'm in love with ya
I figured out when I was peaking yeah
In the scenes and yeah
I know that everybody see me yeah
Meaning that you probably feel a type of way with that yeah
Meaning that we probably should go and run away and just
Picture that. My existence can interact
With those that are wise and filled with intellect
Are you into that?
If you understand me, let notice that I'm not finished yet
Yeezys in the spring and thrasher hoodies through the winter
I'm not! Holy water
It's hotter than hell. Where is the winter at?
We should go travel to Paris and pick up our golden checks
Vintage decks
And camping next to pyramids
It's me and Raury wizards of dimensions
Wonder, if we're babies yet
I can only feel and know it's real unless I'm healing something
Write my words. I find still, and I'm realizing some things
Right my wrongs of what's lost as I'm feeling soft
I can never really close my eyes as I feel the sun rise
It's no longer night
Welcome
We would like to give gratitude to those tuning in to this sonic alchemy of one's most hidden thoughts
For only through revealing ourselves, shadows and all, do we find true strength, true purpose and true love
Welcome to "The Blue-Shell Theory"
Something like the home of the slaves
Roll up in taste
These niggas change the tones on their face
Only I pray my tenderoni holding my place
Knowing my way's a rolling stone
I'm roaming for days
Home is a place, but, in this case, my home is my state
Not speaking Georgia. I'm talking mental
Purchase the rental
I'm tryna borrow some peace of mind hit "Snooze" on my issues
I'm occupied with my broken self
Don't think I can fix you
McKayla told me that she was mine
A nigga believed it
Obituaries of friends I lost and wonder where Keith is
I'm paranoid
Hear the hallway whispers seeding their secrets
Fuck all the glory
Fuck interviews
Y'all niggas can keep it
When I was bleeding
Not eating
Making plans to get even
With niggas questioning who I am, with gates they be keeping
This is my heart
This is how I'm feeling
This evening
At one with God
At one with angels
Even my demons
It don't hurt like, hurt like it used to do
With niggas questioning who I am, with gates they be keeping
It don't hurt no more
This is my heart
This is how I'm feeling
This evening
In a sec, I'm 'bout to finish that
Go to Plymouth and look at her differences from pictures that
Intersect the medulla I interact with
Drive me insane with candy acid tabs on the couch and yea
I'm in love with ya
I figured out when I was peaking yeah
In the scenes and yeah
I know that everybody see me yeah
Meaning that you probably feel a type of way with that yeah
Meaning that we probably should go and run away and just
Picture that. My existence can interact
With those that are wise and filled with intellect
Are you into that?
If you understand me, let notice that I'm not finished yet
Yeezys in the spring and thrasher hoodies through the winter
I'm not! Holy water
It's hotter than hell. Where is the winter at?
We should go travel to Paris and pick up our golden checks
Vintage decks
And camping next to pyramids
It's me and Raury wizards of dimensions
Wonder, if we're babies yet
I can only feel and know it's real unless I'm healing something
Write my words. I find still, and I'm realizing some things
Right my wrongs of what's lost as I'm feeling soft
I can never really close my eyes as I feel the sun rise
It's no longer night
Welcome
We would like to give gratitude to those tuning in to this sonic alchemy of one's most hidden thoughts
For only through revealing ourselves, shadows and all, do we find true strength, true purpose and true love
Welcome to "The Blue-Shell Theory"
