Текст песни Algor....Mortis....County - Slater Vance

Welcome to the city of palm trees
Where the greener grass just a product of some wealthier gardening
The city of angles has some tiny and fake wings
That carry all the people who professionally daydream
And fluency is the key to white lying
The spotty cellular divide us up like redlining
In the land of the hills but ain't no mountains we climbing
Where the life of success can mean the death of your smiling
Algor the place to be, the fucking place to be
Between the mountains and oceans, we all live in valleys
You kinda trapped,
It's calm
What else could you be
Cause in a world of nightmares we all are living in dreams
In the cream, in the bag, in the money we all kill over
Lost up in the search of tryna get the cup to spill over
Watching everybody inch closer
Addicted to the nights that we all shame the friend that's still sober
We got Coronas in cup holders
Cause nobody remembers bout that 401(k) folder
Said Algor the land of colder
The angles with you leave
You left with devils on yo shoulders
Said Algor the land of colder
The angles with you leave
You left with devils on yo shoulders
You left with devils on yo shoulders

As we run up on bodegas, acting like we stackin paper
Got green all in our pockets cause this herbal shit is toxic
And you won't remember nights having the best time of your life
Till you remember you got mileage trading smiles away for diamonds
Algor bitch
Stop dreaming wake the fuck up
Nobdy cares about you if you broke you get yo funds up
We real rich
Cause we won't look at the gutters
We'd rather see the cars that when you start em ride like butter
Go bitchless
Cause we seldom love each other
Cause we're too busy stunting to be worried bout no brothers
Algor bitch
Said we all live for the summer
Our starlight here's so bright we tend to fade out all our color
Where the kids drive daddy's forgiens
They give advice on fountains
They go to see ballets
And then meet the prima donna's
We all have got our dreams
Just to end up in accounting
If money's all you know
Just how can you live without it
Algor the home of dreams
Where your goals bought out for things
Just how fast you make your money
Is how fast you're losing sleep
Cause Algor the home of status
Subsequent home of sheep
Why all the people want the green
Blue faces or the weed
We drink and party to forget the problems
Henny and Bacardi
Calling shotty then we spin the block
Drag race that Maserati
Take the molly popping at the club
We dance with everybody
Dream is tardy but we put it off
For one more Friday party
I mean
Missing memos
Fucking plots
When you forget to Venmo
Peep the Zillow
Function coming up
And that home got potential
Uber limo
When we stunting
Cause they cheaper than the rentals
City mental
They gone play you out
But say you lost the tempo of Algor
Gone play you out, and say you lost the tempo of Algor
What the fuck