I90 (feat. Josaleigh Pollett)

swooped 'em up for jesus

every billboard to chicago

washing every tourist and jacobin

and as the metallurgic smoke

drifts over an old skyway

an old traffic traveler knows

she won't see grace again

she won't see grace again

it's a long, long way to the top

if you really wanna rock and roll

you can give me beatings, boy

you'll never free my soul

from the obelisk obediah

you know that my momma

raised me to die young

like the Torah says

thank your ancestors

wash your hands

and believe in the desert

it's getting rough out there

but it's been rougher each day

and i just want my say

and a piece of ancient scripture

ooh

low rider

hang 'em higher

keep the rhythm

keep the rhythm

low rider

hang 'em higher

keep the rhythm

keep the rhythm

low rider

hang 'em higher

keep the rhythm

keep the rhythm

low rider

hang 'em higher

keep the rhythm

keep the rhythm

low

ooh

nyuuuuuhhhhyeah

if you walk through a cemetery

you'll find people

buried under gravestones of strangers

i have friends still hiding

while you throw a parade

hiding while you throw a parade

if you walk through a cemetery

you'll find people

buried under gravestones of strangers

i have friends still hiding

while you throw a parade

hiding while you throw a parade

if you walk through a cemetery

you'll find people

buried under gravestones of strangers

i have friends still hiding

while you throw a parade

hiding while you throw

hiding while you throw a parade

if you walk through a cemetery

you'll find people

buried under gravestones of strangers

i have friends still hiding

friends still hiding

friends still hiding

friends still hiding!

low rider

hang 'em higher

keep the rhythm

keep the rhythm

low rider

low rider

hang 'em high

hang 'em high

hang 'em high

keep the rhythm

hang 'em high

keep the rhythm

low rider

keep the rhythm