Rolling Dice Dominoes
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- mariachi
- canción melódica
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- guitar
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About
Rolling Dice Dominoes
Lyrics
Prologue
Streetlights hazy in the cactus dew
Dreams tangled up in agave blue
My cousins raise bottles, laugh at sky-high hopes
Vatos down the block rolling dice, swapping coats
Raised on salsa, told to savor what’s spicy
Ponchos in the breeze, grinding - never dicey
From the gutter, I spit — mouth silver and sand
Mama’s tamales, tequila in hand
Low-rider bass shakes the old alley scene
Leather boots muddy, but my thoughts stay clean
Papers as thin as my patience, I puff till I grin
Barrio hymns, let the new verse begin
Intro
Headlights flicker, southbound miles
Got a pocket full of dreams and files
miles
Got a pocket full of dreams and files
Verse 1
Two words
Dropped like stones, cut bone-deep
My mama's voice in my mind, never sleep
Front porch peeling, paint chips in the wind
Rain mixing with the heat, humid skin
Downtown drifters
Gold teeth, slow speech
My city don’t blink, it just breathes
Moonlight cut corners, I duck in the shade
Muddy sneakers slappin' slow on shattered pavement
Raised by the loud crowd, always too proud
Money talks, but it ain't too loud
I run, never looking
Never lost, just booking
Chasing chi in the night, crooked
Chorus
Tell me where you go when the road gets cold
Tell me why I stay when it hurts my soul
I got scars on scars
Still riding with my squad
Tell me where you go when the road gets cold
Tell me why I stay when it hurts my soul
Post-Chorus
Ooh, still here
Ooh, still here
Ooh, still here
Never disappear
Verse 2
Sunday sunrise
Tires on gravel, wild grin wide
Dreams drag, but my hunger drives
Mama’s old car, war stories in the dash
Laugh lines, every memory stashed
Still got fake gold round my wrist
But I shine every day that I exist
Boys on the corner, plotting, never plan
I walk past, sneakerprints in the sand
Three times I fell
Three old scars, stitched well
Three more miles till I rebel
Stop, start, repeat
This city spits, but I don’t retreat
Chorus
Tell me where you go when the road gets cold
Tell me why I stay when it hurts my soul
I got scars on scars
Still riding with my squad
Tell me where you go when the road gets cold
Tell me why I stay when it hurts my soul
Post-Chorus
Ooh, still here
Ooh, still here
Ooh, still here
Never disappear
Bridge
Run slow
Sometimes, even heroes hide
Run slow
Sometimes, even strong hearts cry
Swear I keep moving, I won’t lie
Hope in my back pocket, that’s why
Chorus
Tell me where you go when the road gets cold
Tell me why I stay when it hurts my soul
I got scars on scars
Still riding with my squad
Tell me where you go when the road gets cold
Tell me why I stay when it hurts my soul
Post-Chorus
Ooh, still here
Ooh, still here
Ooh, still here
Never disappear
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