Gayaneh: Sabre Dance - London Symphony Orchestra

This is what we live man the streets and get high Dru-drug dealers that we see on the block Yeah I know some fake bros they get tied in the knot Yeah I get up in my lane when we see you get popped This is what we live man the streets and get high Dru-drug dealers that we see on the block Yeah I know some fake bros they get tied in the knot Yeah I get up in my lane when we see you get popped They always talk 'bout what I'm 'bout, ion really give a fuck If you really knew my life, you know my hitters hit 'em up Yeah my broski got the pipe, when he shoots he wettin' up I don't gotta say much cause I know we keep it tucked Rollin' with my team, Glizzy sing with the rap beat Skrt skrt pulling up I'll show you what I really mean Keep one on me, keep it tucked, blowing up I stay above Riding around them boxes gonna make me start to box it up I know I can't count enough 'till all my bros they shake it rough I know I'm 'bout to blow I got my team, yeah we all standing tough Keep my mind clear, I be top tier Hanging with my blooders, we stay right here We got no fear I asked bro, how they really know we won't do it Like we really don't play, get the strap and get to it Like we'll catch 'em one day but for now we keep moving Keep on moving money ways when they see them they shooting Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, do you feel my pain? I smoke so much to take my pain away This is all I got, ain't no other way And I'm not gon' stop, they gon' know my name This is what we live man the streets and get high Dru-drug dealers that we see on the block Yeah I know some fake bros they get tied in the knot Yeah I get up in my lane when we see you get popped This is what we live man the streets and get high Dru-drug dealers that we see on the block Yeah I know some fake bros they get tied in the knot Yeah I get up in my lane when we see you get popped This is how I live, I came straight from the block Ca-came from the bottom, headed straight to the top I never had the money, all my niggas was fly She-shed a couple tears when my niggas got shot This is my life, I ain't telling no lies Niggas acting like they gangsters but they bitches in disguise Why? Staying on my toes staying wise And my niggas call then I gotta slide I'm just out here tryna get a piece of the pie Ri-ridin' through your section strapped up with the guys Balenciaga dripping, nigga gotta stay fly Gotta hold it there for all my dawgs in the sky Dolla sign young, I know all these bitches heard of me Locked up in the bin for fighting not burglary Niggas sending death threats, steady tryna murder me Niggas always snitching, seen the black and white discovery This is what we live man the streets and get high Dru-drug dealers that we see on the block Yeah I know some fake bros they get tied in the knot Yeah I get up in my lane when we see you get popped This is what we live man the streets and get high Dru-drug dealers that we see on the block Yeah I know some fake bros they get tied in the knot Yeah I get up in my lane when we see you get popped SOSSTM the family All the haters yeah I know they doubt me That's why I stack my chips, I'ma stack my money I'ma count my money know the haters gon' love me This is what we live man the streets and get high Many hitters, drug dealers that we see on the block Yeah I know some fake bros they get tied in the knot Yeah I get up in my lane when we see you get popped This the shit I see, this what came in my life Yeah I know I did some wrongs, I'm just tryna do right Yeah I rep my Asian bros, you talkin up, that's your life Street talk is for the streets but we can get you done right This is what we live man the streets and get high Dru-drug dealers that we see on the block Yeah I know some fake bros they get tied in the knot Yeah I get up in my lane when we see you get popped This is what we live man the streets and get high Dru-drug dealers that we see on the block Yeah I know some fake bros they get tied in the knot Yeah I get up in my lane when we see you get popped

An ocean between us is too close Will you give up the ghost? You are a constant obsession That hides before my eyes Are you ready for the perfect deception? The smiling face remains the same Take this blade and release me This is no way to live Can you tear the veil from my dreams? And let me breathe again I can feel you around me Forever won't be far behind You are horror from the point of conception You were born within the gray Take this blade and release me This is no way to live Can you tear the veil from my dreams? And let me breathe again Can no one hear me? Don't let the virus spread Enslaved by the way that you move me I'm enslaved by the way that you move me Don't let the virus spread Take this blade and release me This is no way to live Can you tear the veil from my dreams? And let me breathe again Take this blade and release me This is no way to live Can you tear the veil from my dreams? And let me breathe again Don't let the virus spread Don't let the virus spread

The old gunfighter stood on the porch And stared into the sun And relived all the old days Back when he was livin' by the gun When deadly games of pride were played And livin' was mistakes not made And the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke The thought of the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke And it's always keep your back to the sun And you can almost feel the weight of that gun It's faster than snakes or a blink of the eye And it's a time for all slow men to die His eyes get squinty and he's straight as a log As he empties his gun at the dirty dog And he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Hit by the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar And he's back in his chair in front of a bar And the streets are empty and the blood's all dried The dead are dust and the whiskey's inside So buy him a drink and lend him an ear He's nobody's fool and he's the only one here Who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Remembers the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Said I stood in that street before it was paved I learned to shoot or be shot before I could shave And I did it all for the money and the fame Noble was nothing but feelin' no shame And nothing was sacred but stayin' alive And all that I learned from a Colt .45 Was to cuss the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Cuss the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Now he's just an old man that nobody believes Says he's a gunfighter the last of this breed And there's ghosts in the street seekin' revenge Callin' him out to the lunatic fringe He's out in the traffic now checking the sun And he's killed by a car as he goes for his gun So much for the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke So much for the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

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