Wildlands (Acapella|Explicit)

Wildlands - Dan Bull

Written by：Dan Bull

Ghosts

Ghosts

Ghosts

We are passengers

We are drivers

We are travelers

We are survivors

We are hunters

We are judges

Administer justice swift

Without grudges

Don't you know youve seen a ghost

'Cause were supposed to be nobody

No relief

Under cover canopies we go beneath

Okeley dokeley

Shipping coca leaf overseas

Isn't supposed to be so easy

So were blowing the boat into pieces

Jesus

A landslides just enough pebbles

To ruffle feathers

I stand by as the dust settles

A gunmetal nettle in a meadow full of buttercups

A shark fin cutting through a slew of rubber ducks

Pull up in a grubby truck

Covered in mud and muck

The stuff is shut up in a wooden hut

Motherf**k it up

A sudden rush of blood

A warm buzz a blush

Rubbing a sore bloody raw with a scrubbing brush

Hush

Even if we must stand here for hours

A rush and a push

And the land that we stand on is ours

The santa blanca gangs a contraband extravaganza

We deliver packets to the planet like a phantom santa

Stuffing our pockets with narcotics

You can't stop it

Far from it

The harder you try the larger is our profit

Our wallets are swollen up from the hard product

Bars solid

This is real crack music

Harmonic

We are passengers

We are drivers

We are travelers

We are survivors

We are hunters

We are judges

Administer justice swift

Without grudges

Freezing or blazing all seems to be the same up in here

We're all terrain warriors razing reigns in bolivia

Heartfelt alarm bells ring heavier than bar bells

Money mmmultiplying like a fertilized cell

Cartel giving a hard sell to clientele

No voulez vous de la cocaine

S'il vous plait madamoiselle

This is life or death we do not require a locked cell

No one else is qualified we're dealing with it ourselves

Dark realms doubts

You can't help the cards dealt

But if you've a large mouth

You're in the dog house

I've witnessed horrors upon the likes of which I shan't dwell

But hang around and you might well find out

The wildlands is no climate for a mild man

But my old man said I should climb up

As high as I can

You better be nice

Every time

When we're behind

Enemy lines

'Cause otherwise

It'll be like

The time when kennedy died

Sniping time

Deadly as cyanide

Your head in the firing line

Violent dynamite your mind

You're dead as a trilobite

And by the by

I'm flying by to foil your vile plans

So try your hand I am the trial of the wildlands

We are passengers

We are drivers

We are travelers

We are survivors

We are hunters

We are judges

Administer justice swift

Without grudges

We are passengers

We are drivers

We are travelers

We are survivors

We are hunters

We are judges

Administer justice swift

Without grudges

Ghosts

Ghosts

Ghosts

Ghosts