
Yucka Sand Trap
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- 2020s
- hardcore hip hop
- storytelling
- hyphy
- urban
- west coast rap
- aggressive
- bay area rap
Lyrics
Verse 1
Chrome rings rollin on the high desert floor
Six deep knockin on your front door
You claim loyalty
You talk like royalty
But your pupils wide like a canyon gap
Caught you lookin for a map to my stash
Beggin for a taste while the sirens crash
Hide your face in the Yucka dirt
Pretendin you feel my hurt
Smilin while you count my ends
Funny how the story bends
Shiftin shape in the shadows like a ghost
The one I trusted most
Empty pockets
Blown out sockets
Burnin through the fuel like a star
I see exactly who you are
Pre-Chorus
Resource drained to the bone
Leavin me out here alone
You think I am expendable
Your logic is questionable
Chorus
Fool me once shame on you
Fool me twice you are through
No second chances in the sand
Get on your knees and fold your hands
Start prayin to the sky
Cause the self made do not lie
Bastard with the twisted smile
Go and run another mile
Get down on them knees
Beggin for the desert breeze
Verse 2
Tweeker leanin by the broken gate
Weight of the world on a paper plate
Used my water
Lead my daughter
Wait
Wrong path
Feel the aftermath
Traded my respect for a little white rock
Now I'm changin every single lock
You think you pulled the wool tight
Now you lookin for a place to light
Snake in the Yucca brush
Caught in a frantic rush
Used my heat
Now we meet
One man standing where the cacti grow
Everything you owe
Vulture circling high
Say your last goodbye
Pre-Chorus
Resource drained to the bone
Leavin me out here alone
You think I am expendable
Your logic is questionable
Chorus
Fool me once shame on you
Fool me twice you are through
No second chances in the sand
Get on your knees and fold your hands
Start prayin to the sky
Cause the self made do not lie
Bastard with the twisted smile
Go and run another mile
Get down on them knees
Beggin for the desert breeze
Chorus
Fool me once shame on you
Fool me twice you are through
No second chances in the sand
Get on your knees and fold your hands
Start prayin to the sky
Cause the self made do not lie
Bastard with the twisted smile
Go and run another mile
Get down on them knees
Beggin for the desert breeze
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