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• Artiste: Sudan Archives
• Titre: Yellow Brick Road
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I hopped in the shower, I dreamed of a sauna (It all goes) In the havana, you rubbed on my body (My afro) Forgot all my trauma, I washed it behind us ('Cause I know) We got this, we know we want this The peak of the morning, the birds weren't awake and the sun sang They asked for our secret to our love, I told them it's homemade It's homemade It's homemade It's homemade Back to the streets that's dipped in gold And right when it feels like home, we go Back to the roads we know Our words are startin' to sink, no float So, back to the streets that's dipped in gold You know I would never let go, you know Back to the streets that's dipped in gold Back to the streets that's dipped in gold When I first met you, I thought that I knew you (From back home) You greeted me with a very warm welcome (So alone) The feeling I felt for years all up in this big town But not now But not now I know we got problems, forget what they taught us (That′s bullshit) Your strong sense of justice is what they're afraid of (They lose it) And one day, they'll write a big novel about us (That's real shit) But right now But right now Back to the streets that's dipped in gold Back to the street that's— Back to the streets that's dipped in gold Back to the street that's—