Bronze Nazareth - Hanging On Lyrics

Yo my nigga took one at his home
Lost for sure catacombs
Glad Im home, Bronzeman gladiate zone
Good cheeba I rack Tambi Hali sack numbers
Lost 40 beats this summer
Shark week we swim in thunder
In the hummer in my dreams
My deepest slumber never seen
Water the plants feed the seeds
Turn around hammer I'm totin', we let the lead meet the breeze
Had to squeeze off next door the circus trapeze
Measly fiends, f*ckin' stole my equipment, took some dreams
Had bout 11 angry niggas, fanger-prints on machines
And if we really found Reg, one of us triple 15's
Back when Slick had the .40 Cal, Coney Island eatin Sal's
Studio break, aroma dolla grab them white owls
White grape my life like a fire escape
Pyro technique sparkin shit, pardon me
I'm tryin to park my ship
These ain't no starter clips
I'ma shift in my favor that's just some honest shit
The monolith prepared to wait beyond the common length
Diamond link encrusted W
The mail slot, he saw me shove the muzzle thru
A couple Brothers who guzzle brew, the summer thru
Winter come Svedka, and goose, keep em from turning blue
They just hanging too