Sophisticated rhythms for that old enlightenment
Underneath the bodhi tree still going blind
He was hippie she was hippie it was going fine
She was sipping he was sipping now they blowing lines
Woah go inside psychedelic override
Breakdown godbless mr motor mind
Double a triple a couldn't fix your fate
Mechanic shakes his head like listen babe
It's too late for old homie
But those who they break
They make into quixotes sometime
Guacamole that's the odyssey of show biz
The oddest thing is that the king is just an old kid
No elders anymore
Yellin out lucy habibi at the store
Couldn't feed me anymore
I was west coast with red ghosts
Mountain and the ocean where wealth is what you let go
An echo
And even that didn't mean shit
Sober 7 years
Than he decided to lean this
No kickstand
A tricycle adventure
Remember this is preschool
Dismember to remember
Young jedi
Woke rolling on the west side
Old quixote with the red i
Never folding what the dealer slides me
This dice has a mind of its own
Woke rolling on the west side
Old quixote with the red i
Never folding what the dealer slides me
This dice has a mind of its own
Quixote Video (MV)
Performed By: Zachary Murdock
Language: English
Written by: Jeremy Ian Thomas, Zachary Murdock Field
Zachary Murdock - Quixote Lyrics
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Sophisticated rhythms for that old enlightenment
Underneath the bodhi tree still going blind
He was hippie she was hippie it was going fine
She was sipping he was sipping now they blowing lines
Woah go inside psychedelic override
Breakdown godbless mr motor mind
Double a triple a couldn't fix your fate
Mechanic shakes his head like listen babe
It's too late for old homie
But those who they break
They make into quixotes sometime
Guacamole that's the odyssey of show biz
The oddest thing is that the king is just an old kid
No elders anymore
Yellin out lucy habibi at the store
Couldn't feed me anymore
I was west coast with red ghosts
Mountain and the ocean where wealth is what you let go
An echo
And even that didn't mean shit
Sober 7 years
Than he decided to lean this
No kickstand
A tricycle adventure
Remember this is preschool
Dismember to remember
Young jedi
Woke rolling on the west side
Old quixote with the red i
Never folding what the dealer slides me
This dice has a mind of its own
Woke rolling on the west side
Old quixote with the red i
Never folding what the dealer slides me
This dice has a mind of its own
Underneath the bodhi tree still going blind
He was hippie she was hippie it was going fine
She was sipping he was sipping now they blowing lines
Woah go inside psychedelic override
Breakdown godbless mr motor mind
Double a triple a couldn't fix your fate
Mechanic shakes his head like listen babe
It's too late for old homie
But those who they break
They make into quixotes sometime
Guacamole that's the odyssey of show biz
The oddest thing is that the king is just an old kid
No elders anymore
Yellin out lucy habibi at the store
Couldn't feed me anymore
I was west coast with red ghosts
Mountain and the ocean where wealth is what you let go
An echo
And even that didn't mean shit
Sober 7 years
Than he decided to lean this
No kickstand
A tricycle adventure
Remember this is preschool
Dismember to remember
Young jedi
Woke rolling on the west side
Old quixote with the red i
Never folding what the dealer slides me
This dice has a mind of its own
Woke rolling on the west side
Old quixote with the red i
Never folding what the dealer slides me
This dice has a mind of its own
Writer: Jeremy Ian Thomas, Zachary Murdock Field
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC