
*Sucks!
Black days as the sun burns out
Glazing clear as the scene on sin
Forgone such alibi
Such attach make me petrified
Waiting for the day
Till the day I'm OK
Don't damn me...Oooo
I say
Wake up
When I smell nicc o' tynne
You pay
When I smell nicc o' tynne
I lie
When I smell nicc o' tynne
You pray
Just apply to my self control
When in whine I will roll some smoke
For start my head in the sky
No questions ever rose in time
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