[Verse 1] My head hurt, I need to lie down Play me too loud I need to pipe down Lights down, my hair is up My stare is like, looking into the fire's eyes Come around my way you'll be burnt to a crisp like that Before you even get the chance to fight back I know what you're thinking Why so quick to flip it, Bones, now you always tripping No, I'm just fucking sick of clones thinking that they kill it Stalactite dripping out your flashlight, Glitching you in flashback transmission I suppose this is the ending for the story that you call your life Take the binders, rip the spine, every page is getting burnt Now every breath you take is mine
Burnt to a crisp like that Before you even get the chance to fight back I know what you're thinking Why so quick to flip it, Bones, now you always tripping No, I'm just fucking sick of clones thinking that they kill itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
