your game they just gonna make it Gonna make it burn.... Burn the bridges Burn the flags They're burning buses to be in the mags Burning anything Burning
at your game they just gonna make it Gonna make it burn.... Burn the bridges Burn the flags They're burning buses to be in the mags Burning anything Burning
in the promised land Death in all the centuries is what I left behind The knowledge, brought to the world Is growing with a bitter taste In a dream
ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle As wise men speak, I listen and learn A man dies, a baby
Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A
doing a twenty-five bid in the pen You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shit Droppin' a lesson,
: Hold on tight Wrap your arms around me til your knuckles are burning white All your tears Couldn't match the bitter taste of all these wasted years
the pain and the bitter taste Of the blood on my lips, again This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands, I'm frozen to the bones, I am A million
end up doing a twenty-five bid in the pen You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig The bitter taste of the 'Mezcal', free worm shit Droppin' a
die so maybe I can get a chance Without a song about makin' bitches dance I hope all the clubs close 'Cause so many assholes trapped in one building Should burn
A fading photo on a wooden shelf Sneering in your face unlike the memory of the little boy From what you call the good old days The bitter taste of fall
your head in check Our love is never coming back I know it's you, I can forget our love forever ending You're just a waste of a song, you're a simple
