Braids - Rob Sonic

What if all the bricks that we chipped at perfectly

Turned to notes floating through the wave work, surgically

Burgundy, bled into the money green outline

And every piece of cement was a reason to get alpine

Crazy as we wanted and the horses that the pioneers

Showed us that the coachmen weren’t supposed to be in riot gear

I am here, warrior, firebombed orphanage

Swatting on the wireless, tire rims forested

Doro slim, dangle still, nothin' change, more or less

S.O.S.

run around, different day, Gorbachev

Sorta gets older, me, I really miss the back and forth

Cameos and campy jokes and listening to Matterhorns

Badder dudes rounded up from midnight until it was noon

Riches rolled to snake with us and mixed in with the bitches brew

Siftin' through the rubble of a wounded man you will agree

Might cause you to Fight Club or just light up like you’re Billie Jean

Still it read like Romans since I couldn’t get ahold of you

Meet you out on junction think of something that we both could do

Know the rules, everything, maybe watch the world die

Troopin' through the city got four fifty on the third try

Movin' thru the boomerang, seven string fox noise

Can’t wait for the finals or to dial up that Nas joint

Convoys callin' us magic in the majesty

Your feathered flock of magic moms that never got with gravity

All the fallin' choppers that sit on the walls and watch us

In the distance of forgotten, I will try to keep my promise

All the fallin' choppers that sit on the walls and watch us

In the distance of forgotten, I will try to keep my promise