Lirieke:
Low Dust On The Window

Dust on the window Sun's darkened angle Write your initials with mine By this time tomorrow I'll be just one day closer One sunset further behind In the

Dust on the window Sun's darkened angle Write your initials with mine By this time tomorrow I'll be just one day closer One sunset further behind In

I'll fuck around, black, catch a Mac to ya back Lethal weapon with the eighteen leather Scheamin', bustin' on whoever out the Jetta Window, think slow sink low

day I put my life on the line (I'm out here) If a nigga need a lick on some 'dro (I'm out here) I got weight and I don't break it on my own (I'm out

The boatman rose to the sound of his heartbeat Loud in the silent approach of the dawn He glanced through the window at mist on the lake Which hung like

in Fresno Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no So just get on the mic Just get on the mic Get get on the mic Get on the mic, Mike

the age of aquarius My mind state was gugarious Various opponents whose stature was hilarious Like you Throwing fairy dust Then frowning hard on whack chorus Proof was on

heart In an inch of dust Well I've seen it all Boom turn to bust And I'm bout to drown In high weeds and rust Well black birds sittin' on the telephone

to mind delinquents, with rap flows I speak frequent Ya body's cold niggaz and ya mind tolerance is low I like brooklyn zu done sole, first nigga thrown out the window