Kings at Last
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- hip hop
- pop rap
- southern hip hop
- pop rock
- cowbell
- mouth harp
- nature sounds
- nature
- electronic
- arabic bellydance
- orient
- ghazal
- tejano
- tex-mex
- latin
- spanish
- latin american
About
Kings at Last
Lyrics
Prologue
So, so, so, hard being
In the unfortunate class
Low on the ladder
But this doesn't matter
So, so, so, on we go, together
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Stars above the treeline, crickets in my ear
Wind kicks dust, but we steer
Carry old wounds with a marching band beat
Cowbell ringin', mouth harp sweet
Lost in the breeze off the Tex-Mex coast
Ghazal in the chest, what I want the most
Roadside cactus, moon on sand
Hands on my shoulder, family stands
Heat in the air, Spanish laugh down the lane
Latin rhythms in my blood stream, never the same
Footprints in mud with a belly dance twist
Eastern sky dreams, western fist
So, so, so, hard being
In the unfortunate class
But we hold on, kings at last
On we go, together, future vast
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Intro
Headlights flicker, southbound 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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