Lawrence Mulrooney - The Past Patriarch lyrics

Dark like ya ain't pay the bills Holographic images portray themselves as stills More bands than a symphony Life is but dream when you stuck in captivity Huh? Brainwashed by T.V Ill grab a crowbar and pry ya eyes from the screen Not after you drop bars and drink to the extreme Wake up in Taco Bell can't remember thing Huh? Senorita I'm a need some tacos Where the hell am I? She said Colorado, bravo, packed my El Dorado Full of legal dro and follow Vato back to Ohio With enough gas to power a rocket like Otto f** Lotto is the motto I'll get the seven digits from ya momma for a dollar tomorrow Fly a jet, Eight miles down to Rio De Janeiro And pick up enough white to replace ya momma bone marrow