act iii: feel alive - IX WULF

Step off the train I'm walking down the street again And past your door But you don't live there anymore It's years since you've been there Now you've disappeared somewhere Like outer space You've found some better place And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain Could you be dead? You always were two steps ahead Of everyone We'd walk behind while you would run I look up at your house And I can almost hear you shout Down to me Where I always used to be And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain Back on the train I ask why did I come again Can I confess I've been hanging 'round your old address? The years have proved To offer nothing since you moved You're long gone But I can't move on And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain I step off the train I'm walking down your street again And past your door I guess you don't live there anymore And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you, yeah Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you, yeah Like the deserts miss the rain I miss you

(Who nigga, ayy) Baby so fire I looked up and said, "shucks" (uh huh) Her current nigga lame and her baby daddy suck (bitch daddy sucks) Disrespectin' me will get your addy looked up Now I'm pulling up with no plates on the truck (the fucking truck) I be poppin' out, fuck lurkin' in the cut (fuck lurkin' in the cut) I don't give no fuck about none of you niggas or what was what Every time I look at her she feel Like she been touched (like she been) Pull up to my show I show you how to crank it up I'm a East Memphis native I pull up and then degrade him (uh huh) I'm willing and able, I'll stand on top of your table (nigga) I won't tell a fable why you bitches be so playful (huh) I won't let you play tho', Ball the ball just like Play-doh, huh (nigga) You was in my way hoe (bitch), I'mma shake her just like Fabo (Fabo) This bitch think she J-Lo, this bitch never had a halo (had a halo) I'm busy today so I can't chill 'til three, damn nympho Then pull up to my kinfolk we smoke One two three four ten more, you bitch Baby so fire I looked up and said, "shucks" Her current nigga lame and her baby daddy suck (bitch daddy sucks) Disrespectin' me will get your addy looked up (uh huh) Now I'm pulling up with no plates on the truck (on the fucking truck) I be poppin' out, fuck lurkin' in the cut (bitch, in the cut) I don't give no fuck about none of you niggas or what was what Every time I look at her she feel Like she been touched (like she been) Pull up to my show I show you how To crank it up, nigga hush, you bitch

Go to Akina this Saturday Find some punk with in a FD People say is the fastest on Akagi And beat the fire outta him You see me smoking blunts over horizons I'm higher than anybody else who think they hiding New armor on me specially made for me from foreign islands When she hit my blunt, she say she can't lift her eyelids Switch it back to me, I ain't even hear her, I'm just driving Motor on and engine sounding better 'cause I dialed it Bitch I be so fresh, they think lil' Ian came to style it See me smoking blunts, I give no fuck about who doubting The Hollowsquad stand on any mountain See all the aura from me flooding from the fountains When she lay up on me she feel doubtless She laid the glass cherry trim on my outfit You see a hundred million men but who counting I pulled up 240 'cause that's just the way my style is Mr. Fujiwara tried to warn me 'bout the mountains I appreciate it but I'm still finna take it