Besedila:
Planet Funk Dusk

touch And it smothers me with tattered wings And now I'm empty inside The dusk will unwind Ice fills my lungs I feel unknown And now I'm empty inside The dusk

dusk unwinds Ice fills my lungs I feel unknown unknown A shimmering blue It's rough to the touch And it smothers me with tattered wings And now I'm empty inside The dusk

, gettin tropical kisses Makin' faces, anticipatin' places her tongue hits Suck her neck or just peck, better to funk it The EP is in effect from dusk

chills multiplyin and I see I get nice, splice, be it dawn, be it dusk I terminate feeble peasants I don't trust I simply pencil-whip, I scrape MC's like knees I got some planets