Letras:
The Cure Trap

: Drowning like a fly in my drink You drone about being on the brink But I really don't care what you think Oh I'm sick of it all Sick of it all I hate

Drowning like a fly in my drink You drone about being on the brink But I really don't care what you think Oh I'm sick of it all Sick of it all I hate

sex without fury, a creeping gray memory, I am incomplete . . . doctor, cure me; what is the cause of my condition, this madness shoots me, like bullets smashing glass in silent movie, I'm a trap

gyal dem but wi nuh love di gyal dem weh a con too much Ash is ashes an dust is dust yuh done know wi keep dem in touch So mi go so no (Chorus) Slap trap

't know I get your ass gone permanently It ain't complex I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next Do a drive-by on your project, take the traps

Trapped, no shield, no sword The unbeaten path got my soul so sore Allured by the lust, something money can't cure The Devil want me as is, but God, He

the rizilla, so High Beam my nigga, get with 'em When I look that fool in his face and tell him he's a lie Everybody want a cure but nobody wanna die

and rife The tree had been poisoned and drained for it's life He stripped of a piece of the bark of the tree And straight'way he know what the right cure

, develop some theories And become extra wary of all your previous learned material Your tolerence for stupidity degrades Most of your friends seem to be trapped