Birth city burning in lung smoke memory I hear it changing and turning Young Hope Kennedy Assassinated by tourists Blurry picture on the wall of my turret I'm only blasting at the ones who deserve it Cause I been high, I been low In the city of roses I could cry, I could choke I won't hide where my home is No surprise now that woke back mountain is burning Yeah, I won't lie I don't know What's stopping the purge From popping off Talking soon Freddie got fingered then he ran into his room Then he found the knives and he found the superglue Now he wanna fight ‘till the red turns blue ‘Till the feds come scoop Bridge city No piggy, no pity Mud sticky All these Freddies in sweaters, a fedora committee Don't try to pretend you didn't act so silly Tactical acid I drop the plastic Retinal blasted to the back of my casket You whacker than a free mattress covered in scratches from the last bitch who had it You just mad that I cracked it before you could start to unwrap it I just wish you could go back to the past to see how you acted Always a spazz but never impacted Surrounded by actors With bad breath Bad stress Plaid vest Bad press Black Death Sad threat Grab bread Smash heads
Am I ever gonna be the same? Something changed after what I saw Am I ever gonna be okay? Sometimes I feel that I'm too far gone
Am I ever gonna be the same? Something changed after what I saw Am I ever gonna be okay? Sometimes I feel that I'm too far gone
Demons laughing at me What's so funny? Now I really wanna know—I'm asking Don't try to shield me from the glow I want to feel it all I lay down in the sun—I'm basking I couldn't to hold on to the dawn Now everything I know is gone
Demons laughing at me What's so funny? Now I really wanna know—I'm asking Don't try to shield me from the glow I want to feel it all I lay down in the sun—I'm basking I couldn't to hold on to the dawn Now everything I know is goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
