Letras:
Horse The Band Purple

Sweet sweet pain- like a thundercloud but tears are rain full fists slapping thudding BANGING RAGING wanting not to be weak with woe empty hands-she's

Sweet sweet pain- like a thundercloud but tears are rain full fists slapping thudding BANGING RAGING wanting not to be weak with woe empty hands-she'

'm mentally stressed My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip I never reject an offer to battle, slap a coffin on the saddle And rattle like a wooden horse

placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood Do you know we are ruled by T.V. The moon is a dry blood beast Guerilla bands

'm short a screw or something now the only music bumpin is that 1980's hair band Ask "Pop-Rap" I'd rather beat a dead horse then throw a saddle on it,

gone off Henny, that liquid courage drivin you into these situations you in, don't get that "Purple Pills" shit confused with us bein cool up here singin "My Band

mentally stressed My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip I never reject an offer to battle Slap a coffin on the saddle and rattle like a wooden horse

'm short a screw or something now the only music bumpin is that 1980's hair band Ask "Pop-Rap" I'd rather beat a dead horse then throw a saddle on it,

off Henny, that liquid courage drivin you into these situations you in, don't get that "Purple Pills" shit confused with us bein cool up here singin "My Band