Letras:
Kind Of Like Spitting In The Red

There's so much that i don't understand So i lay awake and analyze the night I have popped every pock, picked at every scab. The levels aren't hot enough

This impulse, so lazy Fifteen days without a set change, Forward yes kid counter-clock cross clutches Three billion people One fucking name. Raise the

again, The end becomes the trailer when it's gone. Then our lives won't be based on facts, Just what we heard So we fold each other over like falling

this just can't stand anymore 3 A.M. at my door with no one to tell you that it's wrong drugged for some seasons sure we were pure like cancer's quick

woman's poison is another's perfect way it's really not up to me to say one woman's prison is another's wedding day, wedding day I'd like to sing it

I just finished a book with its cover torn and its pages worn. The story starts on the day you were born in the city. Where movie houses stood Raised

Bird swings, sing blue, my Paris fling Out the screen door, off and old cassette My mind was tight and ran like a demon, When you showed up it was the

to me Grab a button, set an angel free The notion peaks my curiosity She spent her life under the GRE Fought off a million evil industries I'd like to

know what it is motherfucker) Who you fuckin with Them niggaz don't care about you Them niggaz don't give a fuck about you Why you rappin like that? This