The Prophecy by Terrance Moore Lyrics

Uh
My mission is to get my Mom a crib and get this shit in gear
NUVEAUX, we the shit and I promise this gone be our year

Yeah, yeah
Uh, kemosabe...


We bought them zig-zags and we rollin them up
A couple of bottles, a couple of cups
All of these bitches be Wile E. as fuck
Throw on that Stalley and puff on this blunt
They gone off that molly, I'm gone off of life
Nothing is wrong when intentions are right
I wrote you some songs and I hope that you like
I outlived the moon past several midnights

Young, niggas tryna get it
Young-young, niggas tryna get it
Young-young, niggas tryna get it
Young-young, Bogie in this bitch...
Feel God-like, not God though, or God-body
I'm a mere mortal, feel near orbit, not sci-fi
But a metaphor

That's NUVEAUX's steeze

New Americana...