Walking through times
Abroad
In the rivers of gold

Shawty keep tellin' me when she wit me she feel safe,
Tell me yo secrets baby I’ll keep ‘em it’s ok (talk to me, talk to me),
I need da paper so much that it’s really gone fill up the safe,
I got my lawyer on speed dial I’m beating the case.


I feel like OJ I kill it and never be leavin' a trace,
Wit a A K feel like T K doin' a Race,
Man I’m so sick I’m in quarantine and
I'm never reportin' the case, I just rolled up a
Gorilla finger and I'm finna take it to the face,
Stock market on the crash,
Streets locked raising price on the gas,
Tip top when I roll out the bag,
Jungle man when I pull out that jag,
Do da dash burnin' out goin' fast,
I could never let 'em mess up the cash,
I keep the stick like Yosemite Sam,
Call me collect if you get in a jam,
Wizard of Oz you don’t use yo brain like the scarecrow,
I meet my plug he lookin' like Eddie Guerrero, whoa,
I get that funny bone for the low that’s an elbow,
Shawty she bad, you know she keeping that Chanel glow,
Disrespectin' my love is a hell no.


Shawty keep tellin' me when she wit me she feel safe,
Tell me yo secrets baby
I’ll keep ‘em it’s ok (talk to me, talk to me),
I need da paper so much that it’s really gone fill up the safe,
I got my lawyer on speed dial I’m beating the case.

I feel like OJ I kill it and never be leavin' a trace,
Wit a A K feel like T K doin' a Race.

I JUST DON’T CARE

Music by Sebastijan Duh
Lyrics by John Greaves

THERE IS SOMETHING IN HIS EYES
THAT I SHOULD RECOGNIZE
BE SMART BE COOL BEWARE

EVEN THO I REALIZE
IT’S PROBABLY UNWISE
I JUST DON’T CARE

MY FEET ARE OFF THE GROUND
MY POOR HEAD IS SPINNING AROUND

PLEASE JUST LET ME FANTASIZE
HE’S NOT LIKE OTHER GUYS
IT’S REAL LOVE I HAVE FOUND

LOOKS LIKE THE WRITING’S ON THE WALL
NO USE IN FIGHTING, NONE AT ALL
WHO COULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT I WOULD FALL
SO HELPLESSLY ?

IF YOU’RE THINKING I AM DUMB
TO FALL UNDER HIS THUMB
DUMB MAYBE BUT I’M HAPPY

No Dice (It’s Time to Leave)

Words and music John Greaves

Not prone to exaggerating
No more than my conscience allows
I tend more to understating
Rather than looking a fool

Don’t like giving the game away
I keep my cards close to my chest
Just in case it’s my lucky day
I don’t want to spoil my chances

Joking apart this poor old heart is
Worn out on my sleeve
It’s time to leave
I’m no percentage player
I’ll tear off every layer
And later I’ll be cleaned out
Washed up mangled,
Hanging on the line to dry.