We are the Fall Northern white crap that talks back We are not black. Tall. No boxes for us. Do not fuck us. We are frigid stars. We were spitting, we were snapping "Cop Out, Cop Out!" As if from heaven.
No stars in the zone I stay at home I live on snacks Potatoes in packs
I like to blow I like to blow I like to blow Concentration zone
The years go in circles, The years go in circles Hopes goes, I'm gone Smoke comes, I go
I like to blow I like to blow I like to blow Concentration zone
A spurs fan, a warrior, Happy no-hoper Dull, manage, I think slow.
I like to blow I like to blow I like to blow Concentration zone
Sucker, Sucker, Sucker Sucker, Sucker, Sucker Sucker, Sucker, Blow.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
