[Verse] The same dust can't stay I gotta clean or I can't think Resort to cantankerous means on the cash play rat races The cheese sit in the trap, waitin' Snap, then we break Somethin' reachin' for me from the waist These days my mind full of what I embrace Operating on a empty tank, spank me Fumes fueling a flame My grandfather spoke thirteen languages Somehow never had nothing to say to Boot Raymond Sensed hazel, made sense of it through prayer Booze is a fool's fragrance [?] saved us [?] brain getting chipped away at, daily His body on a road where his mind flailed and funeral whaled us No beluga, no Bob, just mood swangin', true pain I couldn't eat or sleep for seven days Maimed me, I ain't weak Keep changing for the better, what to do when your job thankless In the middle of the marsh where mosquitoes chomp ankles, swamp Marching on on the quest for my lost halo, GodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
