Yellow Brick Road - Sudan Archives

Lyrics by：Brittney Parks/Ben Dickey/Steven Francell

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 bull****

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 ****

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