I get up, I get up and go I grab a hold and reach way down To find something that I really believe I don't need to console my myself If I don't like what I see
Give it up, Got to give it up I said Man you're already dead You got no reason for hanging around Except for a beatdown Say what you wanna say Take it down, Break it down I'm the sum of it's parts Kicked around like a hound Never give it much thought Good lord, I always meant I to be so Fucking heavy
I give the horns to you who saved me I give the horns to you who told me to
Change my way of life out of one into another Yeah you heard me everyday I thank my mother (on the day i fought your mother) (I said) Give it up, Got to give it up it's my space then you spit it my face Good luck, it don't mean nothing to me Look where it's coming from
A time to kill, A time to die I sign the horns and make it mine Is everything I say a lie Do I exist in my perfect crime Another shot, I take it well My so called perfect life in hell and Sometimes I just need to Fucking yellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
