Yellow Brick Road

I hopped in the shower, I dreamed of a sauna (It all goes)

In the havana, you rubbed on my body (My afro)

Forgot all my trauma, I washed it behind us ('Cause I know)

We got this, we know we want this

The peak of the morning, the birds weren't awake and the sun sang

They asked for our secret to our love, I told them it's homemade

It's homemade

It's homemade

It's homemade

Back to the streets that's dipped in gold

And right when it feels like home, we go

Back to the roads we know

Our words are startin' to sink, no float

So, back to the streets that's dipped in gold

You know I would never let go, you know

Back to the streets that's dipped in gold

Back to the streets that's dipped in gold

When I first met you, I thought that I knew you (From back home)

You greeted me with a very warm welcome (So alone)

The feeling I felt for years all up in this big town

But not now

But not now

I know we got problems, forget what they taught us (That′s bullshit)

Your strong sense of justice is what they're afraid of (They lose it)

And one day, they'll write a big novel about us (That's real shit)

But right now

But right now

Back to the streets that's dipped in gold

Back to the street that's—

Back to the streets that's dipped in gold

Back to the street that's—