Well Im constantly divin down, driving out, jivin about, Is
cause suckers two-faced self assured sickos. I dont get it
seconds are wasted. As for the name of the game that I
tasted, This is the last one, this is the end. A messenger
dead and no message to send. Great wall white whale I
strike the sun now its done, done, done, the word is now
undone. Transparent parent, mister master, driving a boy
from his youth to disaster.Bad, bad, bad brain day and Im
blessed with the word. It comes to my head in the shape of
a bird. (Yeah, yeah) Do it again where I am in the air.
Getting so drunk in my head that I care. Id est I, et Ego est
he, in a low key, (woo)so what do you wanna be.
I want it all again. x4
(Yes check it out, check, check it out)
Here were coming, speaking to the gente, going to the
loco in the quarashi juego pass me the mirror and Ill cut
you a line this is a sequel, I check out and shine. Now come
on and every body lets get high. Im above the clouds living
a goddamn lie. But later on, Im back at last their grabbing
my t-shirt come on take a rest.Doing this yall, doing that
yall, until I stand up against something I fall. Bring out the
best every days a test, 47 temperature the last one is best.
I want it all again. x4
(One, one two, check this out)
Here I am my friends like never before. Out in the back Im
watching the score. Its twisted, its true but I love the sick
mother. Keeping her good like there was no other, Brother,
there must be a way, to get through the day, without getting
stuck in the role of the prey. I am still no one locked in the
cage trying to get back the hand that I gave.
