Letras:
Heat Out Sun

sorrows riding on a whale, drifting in tomorrow. Howl out for your sailor. Howl for yourself. Howl out for someone to carry you home. Racecar driver skinny head lookin' out

: The sun is going down, the curtain's falling The heat is rising now, the master's calling Into the night I thunder, into the dead of night and I will

Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feeling rowdy Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherfucker Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers

or a herringbone You can ask my man Ishmael Reed Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pa

empty out my clip, never stop to aim Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit Stuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus mama

on streets of gold Where did you go? When the sun rose Now I know, how to get off these dirt roads To find these streets of gold Where did you go? When the sun

she nasty, but niggas is nasty Dice game shake em up, praying for a six The wolves out there hungry, they looking for a lick Sun down to sun up, they

in the sunshine No need to run and hide It's a wonderful, wonderful life No need to laugh and cry It's a wonderful, wonderful life Sun's in your eyes The heat

with my heat getting dough [Verse 3 (Wish Bone)] I see thangs won't change I'm stuck in the game as soon as I get out it keeps pulling me back mayne