Me and my boy, we've been on the road, and i taste ash My sword, my tongue, no stars, no sympathy So mark my words, i will not be told how you feel I don't trust you any more than i trust my self Burn the day These three things can't be held in two hands, but never mind all that Ghost life, coast by, i'm on top of everything tonight Gold dust turns to glue in your throat, so elegantly choke You beat this rap, but you'll still get it in the neck Burn the dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
