Vārdi:
Fucked Up Carried Out To The Sea

better through a tear blurred vision gaze. There has to be something better, we are eroded by rivers and carried out to the sea. Suffered by our ignorance

hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (Fuck you) Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (Fuck you) And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (Fuck

off, till it gets soft Passion fruit, pussy cat, want to touch it off In and out, rapers patients, Hershey's Kisses get a style Stress reliever soak your feet, air them out

curb side dusk Holding out my thumb In no great hope at the ramshackle procession of home bound traffic Success! An ancient Mercedes 'dolmus ' The ubiquitous, Arab, shared taxi drew up I turned out

remain in the cut, comprehendin' ya doubts Back up off me, soft me, spit ten then I'm out Silly motherfuckas gettin' carried away But they fuck around with Fame and get carried

had the mission right from the start then I carried it then I burried it so listen up cause I got to tell you one more time stay real and stay up as

30 grand up in sacks I made it out nigga you know how the hood be I got the game sold up like some good weed You got it all fucked up like a lace front

time, ain't trying to get locked up Though my thoughts be in my high so niggas better duck Or get fucked up for trying to run the game on point Situations

drop 30 grand up at Sacs I made it out, nigga You know how the hood be I got the game sewed up like some good weed You got it all fucked up like a lace