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Tytuł: Homeo-Apathy

  • Wykonawca: Leftover Crack
  • Wy¶wietleń: 366
scabies and gentleman
  from all the way in the back of the foodstamp line
  and straight outta motherfuckin' lo-cash
  that crackrocksteady beat drums on
  so raise your motherfuckin' pipes in the air
  for the good, the bad & the leftover crack
  
  
  ya got yer midnight dragon yer dope and yer dust
  yer skin rots away & yer mind & soul rust
  yer solutions all splinter, but the pain is ok
  'cuz yer brain is all numb as yer body decays
  i feel that long black cloud, it's coming down
  
  9th & C
  
  everything i do in life slowly takes it's toll
  the bad decisions that i make seem out of my control
  and growing up in NYC it never was much fun
  ther fumes are like a pack a day & buildings block the sun
  
  fuck the sun that cloud is coming down
  
  9th & C
  
  you never were much fun to me
  you stab & tell me not to bleed
  you evict the youth right out of me