Skip to main
From the Gutters artwork

From the Gutters Explicit contentE

jotoven

· 2:08 · 9 plays · v3-preview

Lyrics

Welcome my dearest friend

You've made it to the arms of friends

I want you to see me, remember you need me

Wherever you may go just know i'm by your side.

Verse 1

I go way back with my friends, we used to kick it all the time

Summertime cruising, listening to blues and sipping orange juice kicked with booze smoke a doobie snooze.

Then we wake up shake up, girls put on your make-up, we're going to tear up the club

every time the bass drops and a bottle pops

And shots don't stop dropping till the credit cards stop shopping

And the bartender starts mopping, we hit the road, what's popping?

X's and O's at Alexis and her hoes

Then its's relaxing your toes on the beaches with your bros

Bottles of ice cold rose and tequilas from Don Jose

We only do the right way till there's nothing left yeah!

Chorus

Verse 2

Remember back in the day when you had my back all the way

Back when i had no place to stay and my steps were going astray

I had a back-pack full of crack and was selling hits for money

But you didn't cut me no slack, when you found out you threw it away

You put me back on track, gave me a place to stay

My heart was all black, but your why it turned grey

Therefore i'm willing to slay anything you deem as prey

And i pray that the Lord help us fight the devil no matter the level or if there were several, i got something special for them

To the depths of the netherworld send them oh Jesus of Bethlehem

Chorus

Verse 3

Fast forward to this moment, pretend that you own it

We are all here united by the fact that we're grown and

we shared a common past and it lasted to the present, our friendship

even though it was dented, it never broke just bended

We were different so we blended, and bonded

Kinda like how atoms are connected. The results were unprecedented

Blood brothers raised from the gutters

Born to fathers and mothers with other lovers

Brothers and sisters of different colors

at the sound of my drummer came together in numbers

that outnumbered the conquerors and freed those locked in the dungeons.

Stole their guns and burned their burger buns on a bunsen burner

along with the furniture that made them go beserker.

Comments

No comments yet.