I'm a lyricist who's been fortunate enough to have had the pleasure of collaborating with a few very talented musicians/artists. Above is the result of some of those collaborations.
We beat a path to his door that summer
On a blister of concrete heat
He had "The Bomb", "Red Devil" and "Nam"?
Catching fire out on the street
We bartered prices with pilfered Nikes
And a pocket of stolen cash
Then we'd fix up in the alley
While Emilio took out the trash
But it was cool
'Cause one day soon
We were going to Wyoming
In her brother's Astro van
We'd save a little money
It was almost like a plan
For a state of less futility
No heroin, no crime
We were going to Wyoming
Or we were going to die
The faces changed in September
Emilio went to the joint
But she and I knew, the way junkies do
Quitting didn't have no point
No, there's good and high, or there's getting by
The deal with every score
As long as they sold a??Nirvanaa??
We'd keep coming back for more
We let it play
We knew one day
We were going to Wyoming
In her brother's Astro van
We'd save a little money
It was almost like a plan
For a state of less futility
No heroin, no crime
We were going to Wyoming
Or we were going to die
We kicked it through the winter, things started looking up
But come spring, she caved a little, a little bit too much
Then she was gone
Like some sad song
We were going to Wyoming
In her brother's Astro van
Saved a little money
It was almost like a plan
A state of less futility
No heroin, no crime
We were going to Wyoming
But she ran out of time
