SirHyNoon - Downhome lyrics

[Chorus] As the days go by and I die and I dream My pen paints a scene. Picture perfect, serene Ever a fiend for nostalgia, I mean; I close my eyes and my mind becomes a time machine (and I) [Intro] Steal a gla** of the past when it hits me Like old Kentucky straight bourbon whiskey Steal a glance because I know it's risky To spend my present trapped in a history Oh may it be always with me Don't forsake me and don't forget me Lift me up, up above this mystery Fly me highly and fly me swiftly Back where the sess and the blessed bliss be Gone with the bottle of bourbon whiskey (long) [Verse 1] Before my lostness was accosted by me loving endo It was hardest to stifle the cycle of cartridges put through the Nintendo The possibilities were impossibly endless No responsibilities, no muthaf**in' consequences Mustached plumbers were world cla** jumpers and fought To spot psilocybin locked in question marked blocks Boy robots with Glocks had buster shots for days Dead rise from graves Ha**led by castle mazes until Dracula's slain Interstellar alien bounty hunters disguised In space suits so you couldn't guess the s** of whose inside I'd hack a way through dungeons Hunted and confined But once the forces of power wisdom and courage combine All minds will flourish in a time of duress And the princess returned to her throne rest a**ured Invincible dogs defied laws and had such luck His wrath: He'd point and laugh every time you missed a duck Unloadin' at the screen it seemed the bullets never stuck Scanlines, static, and weird patterns. Freeze up Yo, what the f**! [Verse 2] Lookin' back fondly on good times at Grant Street Jam with the band where the clan understands me Never had a plan, let alone a plan B Just sittin back and sippin on the lemons life hands me So here stand I, on the sweeter side Of the solstice, watching my sweet summer die When sweet summer's over and the sweet sun subsides Dream of, summers to come and of summers gone by (And we were) Troddin through the lowland Foothills and the corn (Biddayagayo) Goin to the mountains Sun is shinin on a frosty morn (And I would say) I'm a child of the country I'm a rider on the storm (But at least I know) Roots grow deep in the blood red soil To the hard stone hills, I was born Where I could build you a shelter with duct tape and thumbtacks Back where Backwoods means much more than blunt wraps Oversized tires and over stacked gun racks Headed to the hills I ain't never gonna come back [Outro] So here stand I ‘pon the sweeter side Of the solstice, watchin' that bitter winter die When the bitter winter's over I, the sweet summer find That the winters to come are but the summers that have died