[Music:Olsson, Blomberg / Lyrics:Olsson] Behind the horns I stand My dear friend, take my hand I'll lead you from the light Into the darkest night
o Band Bio o Felix o Harry o Jumps o Ollie o Ryan o Will o Empire Horns
even an outcast in my own group whata??s it mean when everybody standing next to you expects of you everything that comes with a spectacle if everywhere I go I just leave behind
hit up ya boy All the girls hit up ya boy Take me to the car tonight In the back behind black, laid back, in your backseat Take me to the car tonight In the back behind
um, hmm, in that case, the part of the Grandfather will be played by, huh, a bassoon.... Three French horns play the part of... uhm... three French horns
my shit 'cuz I got more hustle than you Get yours, get yours baby I'm seeing millions, niggaz don't understand Know what? I'm makin' moves, puttin' cash behind
a farm Ee-eye, ee-eye, my dick (Is he dead?) You can run but you can't hide, I find ya Just when you think the shit is over, I'm standin' right behind
jail, and down behind the Fountain Those were happy days in so many, many ways In the town I loved so well In the early morning the shirt factory horn
You can pull all the stops out Till they call the cops out Grind your behind till you're bend But you gotta get a gimmick If you wanna get a hand You
thing it's another I got to the car, tried to get motivated Now I'm stuck in the traffic, all I'm doing is waiting The fool behind me keeps blowin' his horn
dangerous road Tryin' to find me like a diamond In a pecan grove I got Ozone Man I like rock n roll Like ta bump it Just as my car come around the last corner
fair - half bro I love money I take it from anybody and I'm never sorry when I leave an ex like heart broke See the horns, I've got them saying bravo
more juice than Dracula attackin' ya Lyrical acrobatics is a habit Makin' the track bounce like a Bugs Bunny rabbit [Make 'em bounce baby!] Take you behind
So yea, I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train Its dope, then you should know the suppliers name Its J. Cole, set of horns and
to get your two legs in You used crisco and a shoe horn at the same time To get the pants up over your big behind Had to give her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation
is buggin', she trippin' My dick keep slippin' out my boxer drawers Now I'm caught up in the drug sting Niggas is callin' my horn, police is hittin' every corner
's like that right Blow his back out, make his shoes work Aye yo, this shit be off the knock it rock Whatever cock block it, cat get blown, who own this street corner
heading for a cyber-space, Riots breaks inside an em-pire states, every move you make, Is recorded on tape, some of us are white, Prisoned behind gates