Letras:
Tool Flood

: Here comes the water. All I knew and all I believed are crumbling images that no longer comfort me. I scramble to reach higher ground, some order

Here comes the water. All I knew and all I believed are crumbling images that no longer comfort me. I scramble to reach higher ground, some order and

Here comes the water. All I knew and all I believed are crumbling images that no longer comfort me. I scramble to reach higher ground, some order and

the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks Them

drop non-stop rec shot What I took on the road on the lap and desktop A mixture from up-tempo to slow grooves 8-Track figure that's mixed wit Pro Tool

' swiftly duckin' fifty Hit my hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a quickly Killa cam, Dutch and the spade flow sickly The streets shifty so I keep my tool

'm so crude Texas T, haters is so screwed But I can't fill it like a flathead in a Philips Don't get it twisted, nigga I'm no tool More cool than a pool

passes is guaranteed packed cause the hour that's gone ain't never coming back Im tired of wasted days my eyes E&J glaze romp you tools flooded with

s course, they're gonna to make a pretty penny And then they're going to hell, he said, "The chickens all come home To roost", Malcolm forecast the flood