Willi Willi (feat. Oussama) - Sioul

Well I quit my job making minimum wage I look fairly well twice and act half my age I'm looking for somewhere that can handle the rage Of a young man on the run With rarely paid taxes and shitty insurance And a glove box full of summons and warrants And a finely-tuned wish that things were that weren't You could say I was lookin' for fun So I bought an '01 red Dodge Ram Bought two pints of whiskey and a 30 of Hamm's Now I'm peein' in bottles and eatin' from cans But ya can't call me homeless, cause I live in a van They call it... Vanlife, I been told this It's a fine life, I've been sold this But it's a fine line between having to and choosin' it Let's roll up, let's blow this! Well the 7-Eleven is a sure bellyache I subsist on a mere wake-and-bake Talledaga to Chicago's lakes I'll take your largest queso And all the girls from Chickamauga to Passamaquoddy Speak enviously of my van's rusty body And this old thing might just be a Bugatti The way I get it from sixty to zero Yeah I'm sixty miles of Fargo on a northern track I'm burnin rubber, no lookin' back Pushin' that thang like a maniac I get tipped out like a stripper, in singles and crack Man I wish someone would fund Amtrak Instead it's the... Vanlife, I been told this It's a fine life, I've been sold this But it's a fine line between having to and choosin' it Let's roll up, let's blow this! Well the south of San Louie can be a lil' gritty It's a far cry from Seattle's tent cities All in all life's pretty pretty From the Starship Enterprise Still a guy with a house and a big old lawn Thinks his block's too good for me to park on And bangs on my door with a letter that tells About a thousand ways he can make my life hell And he's worse than the guy who put a brick through my glass Robbed me blind and siphoned the gas At least I know that guy needed it bad Oh I wish that old boy well In the meantime a cop is bangin' on my door Tellin' me I can't park here no more And what can you do, friends, whaddaya say? Gotta rev up the engine and drive away Chalk it up to the... Vanlife, I been told this It's a fine life, I've been sold this But it's a fine line between having to and choosin' it Let's roll up, let's blow this! It's a sexy kinda lifestyle for certain folks Fractal highways, friends like smoke It all goes up and you end up alone It's like the internet is your real home Call of the wild, call of the road The endless search for a clean commode I'm a trucker of emotive payloads Backed up on guitar Yeah I'm a public park patron, library sleuth I'm a thrift store grifter of Western suits Wringin' out three chords and the truth Like a washrag on the bar Every time I'm feeling down on my luck Think I might trade it in for a coupla bucks Here's some guy like Elon Musk Talking about how we're all gonna get cyber trucks And I think, God Life must be easy when you're one of these dang rich... Gentlemen And I'm pretty sure that I prefer the... Vanlife, I been told this It's a fine life, I've been sold this But it's a fine line between having to and choosin' it Let's roll up Let's smoke 'er down It's a big rig, new town It's the same old night The whole world over Whole world over Sittin' sad and wonderin' why Meritocracy's a lie Oh let's blow this!

Ella tiene rabia Cuidao' que tiene rabia Mete duro con rabia, ese meneo Ella tiene un flow que a todas le da celo Cartera de marca, uñas con diseños Tiene pa' gastar no necesita de un feo Mete duro con rabia, ese meneo Ella tiene un flow que a todas le da celo Cartera de marca, uñas con diseños Tiene pa' gastar no necesita de un feo Ella vive en un presente donde siempre vamo a toa No importa lo que digan, nada de eso la incomóda Es obvio que sigue soltera y eso está de moda Y cuando suena el reggaetón se trepa como boa El flow con ese pique Las haters que se quiten Se tira la misión, obviamente wiki wiki Ahora hay contacto y es exacto lo que pide La liga no la hay mai, mai Otra escena donde ella no se pega con cualquiera Que no depende de un macho Ella compra su botella Con el combo de amigas que apoyan to' lo de ella Y aunque todo suene bien quiero ver que tal perrea Con rabia, ese meneo Ella tiene un flow que a todas le da celo Cartera de marca, uñas con diseños Tiene pa' gastar no necesita de un feo Mete duro con rabia, ese meneo Ella tiene un flow que a todas le da celo Cartera de marca, uñas con diseños Tiene pa' gastar no necesita de un feo Suelta, en la noche tiene rabia Latina, con un par de amigas de Arabia Todas activadas con rabia con rabia Y las envidiosas mordidas con rabia En la discoteca meten presión Salir a joder es su única misión Zona de peligro Entra con precaución Pero cáele, te envío la ubicación Ella me provoca Nadie tiene lo que tiene La nota la explota Con su amiga loca, loca Ella me provoca Nadie tiene lo que tiene La nota la explota Con su rabia loca, loca Te estaba viendo y me cachastes en el acto Ahora como Yaviah te quiero dar contacto, contacto A tu cuerpo voy a darle tacto, contacto No me retracto, yo te parto Dejo ir las hachas y las flechas No me importa que andes uñas hechas Que perfume te echas? Mira como Héctor te voy a dar calor Dame calor, gatita dame calor Ellas hablan sin información Por tu fashion de televisión Tu luces lo que tu mai te dió Tu eres hashtag, la mete presión Normal Todo lo que hago es normal Normal, normal, normal Mete duro con rabia, ese meneo Ella tiene un flow que a todas le da celo Cartera de marca, uñas con diseños Tiene pa' gastar no necesita de un feo Mete duro con rabia, ese meneo Ella tiene un flow que a todas le da celo Cartera de marca, uñas con diseños Tiene pa' gastar no necesita de un feo

Eight miles outta Galesburg, I'm starin' at the rain Eight ball left of the cheap cocaine And I'm lookin' at the sunlight, light through the pines I couldn't tell you what it is, its always been mine Now that I'm gone, I think of the man With a meth pipe clutched in his bone-thin hand I said, "Hey brother, I hope you get straight" I bet I don't meet him at the pearly gates I sing: Hey mama I been staring at the rain A little heart break, a little soul pain I been up all night on the cheap cocaine Trynna make it better but its always the same Well, I made a few new friends in a Rockford bar I told 'em all lies, I said I was in charge Of the afterparty where the women were loose I partied with the metalheads, with gin and juice Hungover as hell, I slept and shit on the lawn I'm tired of twenty-somethings and their punk rock songs Wake up in the morning and stumble towards the down Sayin', "How ya doin' boy, it's been too long" I sing: Hey mama, I been staring at the rain A little heartbreak, a little soul pain I been up all night on the cheap cocaine Trynna make it better but it's always the same On the streets of Chicago with sidekick Sally I was hitting up the bars on Viagra Alley Where the men pick up women not half their age All I had for them was my tears and my rage And I thought it was a fight so I went for my knife And the man shook my hand with his kids and his wife And I was so ashamed I hung back and cried Leave all that to Saint Peter, wait 'til I die I sing: Hey mama, I been staring at the rain A little heart break, a little soul pain I been up all night on the cheap cocaine Trynna make it better but it's always the same I been up all night, I been starin' at the sky And I'm still lonely but I couldn't tell you Why

Well Tulsa's last magician got his start at four Pulled a quarter from his own ear and spun it on the floor Since there's no good tricks but old ones and lyin' ain't that hard He saved up all his quarters and he bought a deck of cards And he learned ragtime piano, though his teacher thought him slow Got a black belt in karate from a pawn shop video And he'd practice all his worst mistakes in a dirty bathroom mirror And when his mother drank, he learned to disappear And his classmates thought him funny and good at sleight of hand But he had this grand finale they refused to understand It's hard to tell the whole truth of a family sawed in half And that's why Tulsa's last magician left his home so fast Well down and out in Reno, broke in Santa Fe Turnin' tricks on Los Sueñeros out in the Californ-i-ay They pushed him up against a wall, said buddy get a grip So he learned to set himself on fire on the Las Vegas strip Then he wandered down to Tampa, blew everybody's mind 'Cause the crowd was cheap and easy there, On beer and blow and wine They said I wonder where my dollar went, How'd the flower bloom so fast He said I can't reveal my secret, though they rarely failed to ask And the crowd all thought him funny, and good at sleight of hand But he had this grand finale they refused to understand They demanded explanation when the card pulled was their own And that's why Tulsa's last magician lost his faith and headed home Well he said he'd learn computers, like his second foster dad And free-range all the rabbits that were livin' in his hat His investments all went swimmingly, he had the boss on hidden strings His promotions were a certainty, he could make the numbers sing Now time and space is easy for magic to control Still it was forty years of workin' 'fore he noticed he was old And now his great escaping act is just untying both his shoes And most days he's in the easy chair, yellin' at the news And the weatherman is funny and talkin' with his hands But black clouds are comin' in, and no one understands That somebody's true religion's always someone else's joke And that's why Tulsa's last magician pretty much went up in smoke So friend if you're the kind that thinks No one quite gets quite what you are Like you're cobbler or mechanic in this age of flying cars If you think that you see right behind what's right before our eyes You might be a small town's last magician in disguise And we need you to be funny, please be good at sleight of hand 'Cause there's a grand finale we can't hope to understand And there's a 1 in 52 chance it's all magic and it's true So won't you please help us believe in you?