Sold my soul for 3 shoes and a belt buckle Honey suckle lies, ice cubes in the throat funnel Cherry picked the kisses from a casket of some misery Sewed the seed but it was picked and salted out of history Alas, alas, alas, alas, alas, Young Boy Your cymbals crash, crash, crash, crash, Young Boy Your momma comin, comin, for that ass, Young Boy Your toys bigger but you're still a child in class, Young Boy Be humble Before their face turn sour and they're wishing for your stumble Bees bumble and they're swatted till they come through with the honey Money trees with fallen branches will be driven over Land Rover tyres worth gold will stay shouldered, cold Seeping in the snow I've been freezing to my bones I've been on my lone for the longest that I know Said I've been on my lone Ah I said I've been on my lone Fuck
They sold my soul for 3 shoes and a belt buckle Tried for refunds but the Devil's only self troubled Tossing me a coin for some lyrics of my misery I planted seeds but they were auto-tuned out of my history You see, you see, you see, you see, you see, Young Man Best believe that money keeps at ease, Young Man Your father comin comin with his sleeve, Young Man The blades spinning, the most honest that you'll see of fans Fuck humble And if they face turn sour grit your teeth until they crumble Bees bumble, if they're swatted then they come through with a stinger Bring a glove if you must box inside the cold peak Sheep's clothing warm on top the outside of the wolf's teeth I said the sheep's clothing warm on top the outside of the wolf's teeth
Oh, another ship has gone to sea Oh, the dust has settled in the breeze Oh, another man has gone to war Oh, another tower bound to fall Oh, my blood was never meant to freeze Oh, I sleep in my catastrophes Oh, another pain will not subside Oh, I built up plastic with my pride Oh Yeah!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
