We smoke up our dreams for fun
Ash in our heads, dreams are our guns
that we fire for fun, taking our turns
smell burning rubber, tires turning we run
flashing our money, cowards thinking we done
radio right on ahead tell em here we come
in our big cars and dragons we gobble our sun
telling our daughters and sons
we destroyed our gods
and now in darkness we burn
call up your mistress and tell her "we done"
disloyalty will end up killing your girl
As the oracle foretold
the childrens mind that we mould
their dreams and hopes that we fold
into the shapes of a plane and we scold
call up on me? ill put you on hold
letters of threats never sold
my souls with i devil i told
records are breaking im bold
fire burning my cold
labels on my back that you tell me are old
fighting these haters like terminators arnold
killin these rhymes like a scary story unfolds
i am a monster i could
tear you apart if you threaten i would
flowers dropping in front of me on the road
making a path over stone
rocky mountains that turning to gold.
-fxg
