Blindly leap into the open space; we are the ends of journeys once embraced In lakes of fog the downward distance clear, beyond the step the shattered
pure yay We 'bout our business, ain't no small time thiefs If you ain't growing the caine then we ain't gonna meet See, I am the one to call when things
actin' stupid I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin' like Boone's Farm Hidin' under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief
it up, give it up I don't wanna go to jail 'cause I don't like the lockup Turn out the lights and get ready for the sock up One plus three equals four
it up, give it up") I don't wanna go to jail cause I don't like the lockup Turn out the lights and get ready for the sock up One plus three equals four
Artis] I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief
one wing or white lung, when your well you stay since there is a certain modern earth pain only fit for enduring which one does endure like returning
one wing or white lung, when your well will you stay since there is a certain modern earth pain only fit for enduring which one does endure like returning
Kon Artis] I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief
