Yellowbrick Road - Prop Dylan

Get on my grind

And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode

Get on my grind

And we steadily grow but sometimes it be like incredibly slow

But get on my grind

And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode

Get on my grind

Though we’re sellin' these souls, we’ll find a way back to Yellowbrick Road

Yo, get on my grind like a wall street broker

And this time, yo, I thought things over

Like how to get the world off these shoulders

Little bit of luck for the four leaf clover

It’s not over, it’s more like a new beginning

Even if my mood is ringing, gotta stay true to givin'

And if my crew is with it, I’m all set

That my future livin' is right at the doorstep

The court says northwest, east to the south

Never leave stage without «peace» to the crowd

They the very reason why I keep hanging out

Instant classics, beyond reasonable doubt

Never leavin' now, I’m headed where the grass is greener

To dust off the past like a vacuum cleaner

So now they speak «go pass the heater»

In order to elevate like a bag of cheeba

Get on my grind

And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode

Get on my grind

And we steadily grow but sometimes it be like incredibly slow

But get on my grind

And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode

Get on my grind

Though we’re sellin' these souls, we’ll find a way back to Yellowbrick Road

Ey yo, some work the streets, they get the chips right

I scheme on the beats to get my swipe strong

No Yellowbrick Road for you to get high

Show my butter and bread, I keep my eyes open

Yo, life, long grind, or whatever you call it

It’s about that time I was stretchin' a target

I thought he show up, never settled for garbage

So when I’m up in the record executive’s office

I will make it red clear for the cheddar we orders

And if I finish you by then, then you deffo retarded

But regardless of stress, my plans will pan out

But, how many chance down

I stand ground for the fans and the latest lovin'

Gotta raise the budget, it all cost

And now the game, if it sound, in straight up rugged

Gonna, just can’t cut it

But fuck it, it’s all yours

Get on my grind

And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode

Get on my grind

And we steadily grow but sometimes it be like incredibly slow

But get on my grind

And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode

Get on my grind

Though we’re sellin' these souls, we’ll find a way back to Yellowbrick Road

Yo, yo, yo, new tour, new city, new crown

New interviews, 'cause the video out

New bang at the livin' room, wow

When fans want a infant, gonna fit the new style, but uh

I’m the same, nothing changed the dog

For the worse, for the better, it’s like a daze so far

I play my part through the worldwide motion

And never forget, keep your third eye open

Give it up for Prop Dylan, make some noise

Prop Dylan, what’s up, man

You the motherfucking homeboy

Yeah man, tellin' my man Prop Dylan, Logophobia

Get on my grind

And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode

Get on my grind

And we steadily grow but sometimes it be like incredibly slow

But get on my grind

And wherever we go, downtown to the devil we rode

Get on my grind

Though we’re sellin' these souls, we’ll find a way back to Yellowbrick Road

Get on my grind

Get on my grind

Get on my grind

Get on my grind

Get on my grind

Get on my grind

Get on my grind