Текст песни YELLOWSTONE - AMVRILLO

Ha?
Ha?
Ha?
You have to sit down
Rolling
Yeah
Ah fuck
Agh

Man can't live on bread alone
So you need something you can drink from
Man upstairs from the clouds above
What can you give me for my drink cup?
So many questions without the answers
More than I can think of
Used to be so, so fond of her
Nowadays, we don't link up
Realized your sister has become a hoe
Another fallen angel
Another fallen soul
Broken down, hopeless
Rope around your neck
Guess you never figured out
How that void be whole
Never learned shit
What's right from wrong?
What the fuck are morals?
Fuck that, you're wrong
Observed all the snakes
All wrapped in corals
Only seen the pain
Watched shit destroy you

There you go
Trusting your sources
On a horoscope
Flipping and mixing up
A deck of cards
Just to see
What the future holds
Tarot cards
Which is the witch
That keeps me from
A heart of gold?
Or getting riches
Or maybe seeking God himself
To hell with these bitches

Used to think that you could mingle
Like you're single like a Pringle
Making love with the black sheep
Little do you know
You turn to something you don't know
Into something that you can't see
Something that you can't
Quite grasp upon
Into something that you can't be
Something you ain't wanna
Always feening for a dollar
Hating on the ones with that green

C'est la vie
C'est la vie
Oh it goes down here
Oh c'est la vie
Oh c'est la vie
Oh c'est la vie
Oh no, no, no, no
Oh c'est la vie
Aye, aye

Crystal balls
With the hearts of stones
Eye milky white
Their hearts are cold
You call their bluff
They be on that snow
Caught crushing rocks
Or puffing on that smoke
Worst of all
The ones that you hold close
Be the ones that grab the stone
Throw it your way
When you make a way
They can't think straight
When their minds are stoned

Okay
Yeah
Yellowstone like a topaz
November boy, fuck a zodiac
Or a horoscope
What's my fortune, man?
Crack the cookie
Open, open, open that!
I'm a Scorpio and I'm fucking bad
Wanting all the smoke
Giving nothing back
When you live sincere
You expect something back
But I've never seen a tip
Or a tip of cap
No credit, mention
Sleeping on a giant
I be staying low
Living in the silence
In the underground
Brewing something violent
'Fore I come up
And bubble like a geyser
Like a fucking geyser
Like a fucking viper
I'mma bite right back
Blow your ass, pan piper
I'm Pan in the Labyrinth
Run for your life
'Cause when I'm come up
You'll go up like Christ!

Christmas Day
I sent a text back to thank her
Hesitating slightly
Slowly said a prayer
That I'd say the right thing
I don't wanna wake her
Up from a deep sleep
In a pit of rage yet
The damage was done
Saw the fruit a week later
Purple, yellow book
Stood at my door, daggers
Stabbed through the pages
Saw a pentagram saying
"The devil never sleeps"
Well today you will, Satan
Amen
Oh, amen
Forreal
Oh to hell with that shit
Oh to hell with that shit
Oh to hell with that shit
Yeah, yeah
Oh to hell with that shit
Yeah, yeah
Oh to hell with that shit
Yeah, yeah
Forreal

Crystal balls
With the hearts of stones
Eyes milky white
Their hearts are cold
You call their bluff
They be on that snow
Caught crushing rocks
Or puffing on that smoke
Worst of all
The ones that you hold close
Be the ones that grab the stone
Throw it your way
When you make a way
They can't think straight
When their minds are stoned

Minds of stone
Blessing disguised as a curse
Oh, minds of stone
At least I know where you stand
Oh, minds of stone
You can stand alone
Yeah, minds are stoned
Maybe we could've been something
But I don't know