About a gunshot away there's a place that I long to be - Tippin' bottles with me old cock. When the shit's all said and sorted, I plan to settle down and stay - One middle finger to the landlocked. From the first time boatin' or there's not too much I can recall. I kissed a plastic cod and drank rum till I was friggered. I decided then and there that I'd return, even if I had to crawl. Something outside was broken and something inside me, triggered. It's a long ride home, but it's always my destination. It's a long ride home. If the sun bursts apart at the end of the world, I don't think I will give a damn As long as I'm surrounded by friends and pints in goddamned Newfoundland. So here's to Newfoundland. I breathed a sigh of relief the next time steppin' off the plane. It'd been a long, hard, vapid winter. Johnny and the boys were waiting there ready to explain, They weren't there to drive us, just a welcome back to the Island. So we taxied to the venue to prepare for the night to sweep. Slept in the back room until the India showed up. When we finally took the stage, it shifted beneath our feet. We stood on the shoulders of proud Newfoundlanders. I think it bears repeating I think it bears repeating I think it bears repeating that no one buckled under. We all got bit by the cod that we all kissed. It left an infection in our lips and a longing in the mist. You're as deep as the grave, and you're marching to the heartbeat of the land. You're as deep as the grave, and you're marching to the heartbeat of the land. Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B'y. Not by birth, but in my heart. Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B'y. Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B'y. Not by birth, but in my heart. Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B'y. You're as deep as the grave, and you're marching to the heartbeat of the land. You're as deep as the grave, and you're marching to the heartbeat of the land

Without a word uttered, a comparison is drawn A distant future and a cluttered past amid the stars Vague yet persistent, though lacking consistency Unwilling victim of farce The loudest voices scream uninspired Their numbers vast, their spirits strong Quiet choices sing against the choir The majority is almost never wrong Never wrong, ever wrong, never wrong A laughable assertion that there might be some connection (Smoke-filled halls) Adorn the walls with mirrors and misdirection or let it go Or let it go Or let it go Or let it go No common thread, no ties that bind Just grasping at threads, and keep in mind Historical analysis, they play a separate role But one contributes more into the whole Like a saucer sep- let's separate (let's separate) And shuffle off this conflict My armament will suffocate (will suffocate) And leave you feeling useless We are your beginning And we will be your end Affluence permitting A mutual annihilation A laughable assertion that there might be some connection (Smoke-filled halls) Adorn the walls with mirrors and misdirection or let it go Or let it go Or let it go Or let it go Discussion moot, arguments ended Aggressive mutes, stumbling defended Fiction versus fantasy, one fact remains unclear How you pretend both franchises stand solely on one tier We are your beginning And we will be your end Affluence permitting A mutual annihilation I don't care who shot first Or for the song and dance you've rehearsed (Mutual annihilation) I don't care who shot first Or for the song and dance that you've rehearsed The maps are divided and each are traversed Alignment in flux, for better or worse Is the drain finally swirling or are we swirling the drain? This drought is relieved with acid rain This drought is relieved with acid rain This drought is relieved with acid rain This drought is relieved with acid rain (We are) We are your beginning (and the end) And we will be your end (we will be your end, end) (We are) We are your beginning (and the end) And we will be your end (we will be your end, end) Affluence permitting A mutual annihilation

See I'll really (Blrrrd) get on some (KJ let the beat knock) Fuck everybody shit nigga Any (Blrrrd, blrrrd) nigga can get it, nigga I don't wanna hear (Blrrrd) shit, nigga, (Blrrrd) I don't wanna talk (Blrrrd, blrrrd), I ain't never wanna talk, nigga And you know we stand on all ten, step with a motor, nigga And they know I'll feet hurt nigga, free my nigga Blrrrd, blrrrd Aye, blrrrd Them members ain't duckin' no rep (No rep) Ain't no way you looking for me Catch me where your ho at (Your ho at) Forty bottles sent to my section, that got your ho wet (On God) And that's just to pop shit While I sip Wock' po' out the Moët (On God) Ayy, where that dope at? (That pack) I been that nigga back in school Fucked my teacher at fourteen (At fourteen) Don't give no fuck about no ho Nod off quick and I slow text (Facts) Can't just say you my bitch First the hoe gotta pass thе throat test (The throat test) Stеady screaming, "Free Shiesty" Like I'm tryna start a protest (Lil' protest) Don't try me I come from that block (That block) Hey, my name BIG30 But I tote nothin' less than 60 shots (That Glock) I just hit 'em with the switch Don't touch that (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd), boy that glizzy hot Caught a backshot from that Drac' Know them 6.2's left that boy pissy hot (He hot) Poured a eight with Uncle Dre (Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock') But I call that boy Uncle Drank Bought all the Bape in the store 'Cause I buy a pint everyday (Wock', Wock') What's a hunnid' racks times thirty? The answer in my bank (It is) Ain't never need a gang just to turn up by myself I'ma crank (Them M's) Ayy, blrrrd (Blrrrd), by myself I'ma crank (Crank) Ain't never needed gang for shit, by myself I'ma blank (I'ma blank) Nigga say I'm a walking lick Try your luck with a tank (I bet you ain't) 'Cause I'ma blow that's off the rip (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd) Turn your ass to some dank Hit a nigga block walk down on a nigga (Walk, walk, walk) Big .308, put a switch on a nickel (Blrrrd, blrrrd) And I be on the block with them pounds dismiss 'em Twenty racks on your head, BIG30 gonna get him (Go get 'em) A whole lot of money and a whole lot of killers (Big killers) A whole lot of bodies big nuts big pistol (No pistol) Turn 'em to a pack, throw the gun in the river Add a nigga to the sco' (Aye), that was us we killed 'em (Let's go) Bitch, we trap hard, we ain't doing no fraud (No way) Crack me a four four I crack me a card (Okay) Shiesty on the way and he coming out hard (Blrrrd, on the way) Nigga play crazy and he back on the yard (On the yard) Free Murda Murda, he rockin' the pod (The pod) Shank in his draw, so it's shots in the pod (On God) Got a choppa that's louder than Nene (Blrrrd) But that ho (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd) the same size as the lil' rod (KJ let the beat knock) Big Blrrrd Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd

I've been searching most everywhere To find someone with whom I could compare And now I've found her she's right there You know you know Desert honey Lotus Blossom Hungry man has always got some time To take away from you Gentle hearts we've known too few All in love coolin out Peace of mind must come about So rest your racing aching brain Stone blind mirror looks insane Almost coming almost gone Always caught inside a song So stop and sip my cactus syrup 'Fore you climb into the stirrup And ride, in stride, survive in time Empty arms forever running Sunny lady left too long Desert honey almost coming Lotus Blossom almost gone You know ooohhhhh You know ooohhhhh