Unstuck billy woods
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[Intro: Carl Sagan]
Here we are on a planet which is about five thousand million years old. The sun around which it goes is not much older. It is part of a galaxy which is, uh, perhaps, uh, ten or twelve thousand million years old, which is one of perhaps hundreds of thousands of millions of other galaxies
[Hook]
Rolled the dice, fucked around, lost ya life
Double or Nothing?
It's only right
It's only right
It's only right!
Rolled the dice, fucked around, lost ya life
Double or Nothing?
It's only right
It's only right
It's only right!
[Verse 1]
Campaign cold as Korea, the cold keep us on point
Blasphemy how he cracked a Cohiba for a makeshift joint
Asked no questions, she told no lies
After work came by, gold flecks on the dies
Lucid dream, gone when I opened my eyes
All substance controlled, you sell and you buy
Gutted inside like a brownstone in Bed-Stuy
Relaxed while Rome burned, head full of lye
Both eyes dry
Lead-lined bunker, limited air supply
Both hands high
Explaining how I came unstuck in time
So ain't none of that mine
Eight lives down 'fore he thought 'bout number nine
'Fore he thought 'bout number nine
'Fore he thought 'bout number nine
Here we are on a planet which is about five thousand million years old. The sun around which it goes is not much older. It is part of a galaxy which is, uh, perhaps, uh, ten or twelve thousand million years old, which is one of perhaps hundreds of thousands of millions of other galaxies
[Hook]
Rolled the dice, fucked around, lost ya life
Double or Nothing?
It's only right
It's only right
It's only right!
Rolled the dice, fucked around, lost ya life
Double or Nothing?
It's only right
It's only right
It's only right!
[Verse 1]
Campaign cold as Korea, the cold keep us on point
Blasphemy how he cracked a Cohiba for a makeshift joint
Asked no questions, she told no lies
After work came by, gold flecks on the dies
Lucid dream, gone when I opened my eyes
All substance controlled, you sell and you buy
Gutted inside like a brownstone in Bed-Stuy
Relaxed while Rome burned, head full of lye
Both eyes dry
Lead-lined bunker, limited air supply
Both hands high
Explaining how I came unstuck in time
So ain't none of that mine
Eight lives down 'fore he thought 'bout number nine
'Fore he thought 'bout number nine
'Fore he thought 'bout number nine
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