All right!
Rather wear black than blue
I’d rather lie than tell the truth
Creeping and crawling down 6th Street
Walking through junkies trying to cop the fixed beat
I got a bad attitude
I got my hood pulled back
I got a lighter in my pocket, and
I got a kerosene stash
I’ve come in hot for the wild and free
Burning bridges, nothing new to me
Douse the foundation in gasoline
850 Bryant goes up in flame
Rather wear black than blue
I’m always freaked out by the sight of you
I’m always creeping in the cut
The old street light strut
Creeping and crawling down 6th Street
Walking through junkies trying to cop the fixed beat
I got a bad attitude, hood pullеd back
Got a lighter in my pocket and a kerosеne stash
I’ve come in hot for the wild and free
Burning bridges, nothing new to me
Douse the foundation in gasoline
850 Bryant goes up in flame
I come in hot for the wild and free
Burning bridges, nothing new to me
Douse the foundation in gasoline
850 Bryant goes up in flame
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Spiritual Cramp Lyrics – 850 Bryant