One of the hardest Yeat songs ever, trust.
Yeat Shhhh lyrics
D-dkanee
Hol' up
Bullets make you spread, make you dead, cut yo' head (hol' up)
The delusional object of Arthur Morgan's and Dutch's desires, though I bet ya'll never saw the secret ending then.
"I got a plan Arthur!"
"Was dat Dutch?"
"We are sailing to Tahiti!"