Sam Boice - Amarillo lyrics
Dream Catcher that don't sift out night terrors My errors consist of sniffed up knife bearers Antagonist not pa**ive with the dragon's lips What happens is a ma** of lit masochists had some clips They seasoned demons leeching when i hear some preaching They seizing my fortitude when I snort a lude Girl I'm the sort of dude that has more to lose Sordid shoes, the morbid blues, with a**orted flutes playing background Never back down, that gas loud, smokescreen My folks' dream for me to embrace the folk scene Bleeding from my eardrums I fear some apparition I hear the adder hissin, the after visions of the tribe of Asher missing Huge stadiums of black and blue craniums of Ukrainians Aliens impaling them leaving a trail of sin Bitter fiends get blasted into smithereens Shivering, slithering serpents search urgent for the merchants To give them up for purchase, spot at a church service Their purpose began to surface, I'm nervous! Evil spirits immersing in your person, i'm deserving Of a needy behavior, Lords of dogtown deem me a savior My seedy neighbors burning acres while my soul's up for wager Forget the wafer soak me in lager until my faith wavers Going full course missed the capers, send the vapors All this is extra extra like the boy with the paper Take five like quintets, I've been set to ingest Unclean animals with a cracked mandible, mindset hannibal Win the world over like Pablo Sandoval, Mechanical twitching Tyrannical vision, you can't handle this instance Chorus I'm the cowboy I'm a cryptic legend I'm the cowboy Pushing toxic waste at a hypnotic pace Midst chronic blaze welcome to the sonic waves Of the rap Louis Lamour, this cruelty is bizarre Keep a Toolie arched, window of my hoopty been dark A doobie amongst dubious nubians is sparked Mount Vesuvius like eruption when the roomy Benze is parked Miss lucy is such a chatterbox tried to laugh her off She on my adam's apple like she listened to the adder talk The darkness is consuming lives as I'm boosting ice Houston lies a couple hundred miles from Amarillo Scrubs describe my pad, call it Brillo I keep it till though, still lipped dame lights my cigarillo Parking lot throwing shade with a grin Rolling chafe on a whim, moving that landslide dirt Get that cash right smirk, the hash pipe worth Would cover the expense of my versache shirt You rascals I crack skulls with swing of my mag-lite You ain't got that blow for the low like bag pipes Got a bounty on my head Weigh a buck fifty way above gritty do not be mislead I'm the cowboy I'm a cryptic legend I'm the cowboy And I'll dismiss you to heaven