Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey stupid Hey bro, take it slow You ain't livin' in a video You're flying low with a high velocity No doubt, you
my dust This fire breathing beauty I will always trust Hear the engine roar In this mean machine Times standing still And My red devil is flying Catch
My horse is kicking dust up off the trail, I'm just getting back from a trip to HELL. My six gun she's stapped by my side, Thunder is the horse that I
gathering Made a change to white and light to the snap on my behind I noticed a face, the mother was mine Where was I? I wanted to kick dust on the
can't look back (No turnin' back) We can't give up, it's you and me On the highway of love Keep it over in the passing lane Through the dust and the
will turn us into statues, eventually We got by, though we never needed much A sliver of hope, no diamond rings We got high, it was heaven, it was hell Flying
who shares in my whole misery For who will say my soul is real? I step outside this fucking cage New forms of life cry out and rage I feel flying back
I ain't got there yet Why we got intelligent mouths On Larry King with religious doubts While the Rabbi and Minister fuss Shit, another one bites the dust
, I'm catastrophic, the shit you must do Shaky ass nigga, now how the fuck can we trust you? We're the cashy, ashes to ash to ashy, dust to dust I bust
days gone by Your wings hang in a gallery sky I wonder how you're flying Way out on the western plains The snow drifts high and the dust wind burns The
After all We're not alone Flying high above the sky The battles down below look simplified With no place to hide But on inspection of the dust
better hurry) Tearing down the road in a pickup truck With Bentley out taking the lead Followed by a tractor and a half lame mule Dust flyin' as they
Rusty angels gonna die Rusty angels they can't fly Rusty angels gonna die, gonna die The gifts you bring are fire and your dreams they turned to dust Your flying
Dust was flying in the makin' of a movie. I don't mind, 'cause I've got my place to share with the world. Sharing, sharing, sharing all day long. All
to my Roots than most niggaz got in their pigment It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano So dust
the wind blows flying with our hands out of the window we didn't even see the dust come on now! lets go following whatever where the wind blows flying
. Laughing from the railroad tracks they shot my brothers in the back. 1873. No more thunder on the ground. Birds were flying round and round. Though the dust
six T.V.'s I'm displaying They hate that I'm shining, with the fifth wheel falling flying down the block But if one of these haters, wanna jack me Slugs gon be flying