No you can't catch me, no you'll never know me
I'm not so tricky, just busy thinking
It's easy to drink when I need to forget
And I'm in this *, don't follow me
I'm in the bit, I'm * free
Ain't got no money, I'm gonna be rich
Am I crazy?
I'm ish
Know what I've been and I know what I've seen
Was lost in the * of all my bits But
I keep on feeling and you're tired of it
I'm just positive when all is so freaking good That's why I'm here,
to win the party
And I'm happy when I all succeed
Yeah, yeah, remember me
Got a lot of tricks, got a lot of crits
Think of your blown, me smoke mine
Oh, think of your blown, me smoke mine
And, it's not my nice, just killing everything
And, let me tell you a story, yeah
Of a girl on the parish And,
think of your blown, me smoke mine
And,
it's not my nice,
just killing everything And,
let me tell you a story, story, story
Again and again,
they all say,
been with all this time
I sit there,
they think,
yeah,
I think I'm in love with the wrong person
Again and again,
I don't understand why,
cause I can't learn
There's so many words to end,
but the town is full of bones
Oh,
the town is full of bones
Yeah,
don't understand where that love has gone
The town is full of bones And,
you're not worth forgetting what's just
Call me on the air,
I'll be there,
walking on the back of a clutch,
yeah
They think they'll forget the bullet in my head,
making the spy laugh and cry
That's what they said,
you're always a slave,
walking in the crowd and you wanna survive
Plotting with fate,
but it's dead horse of fate,
the man has a price and they only know that,
yeah
He had to confess that the people are proud,
but they don't know the fact
That the game is a way to forget that you're dead and lies,
that's the best thing they have,
yeah
Come from nowhere,
the old is hopeless,
run for the cash,
fight for the pride,
pray for yourself
Be wild,
if you made it,
life goes fast,
got some more crack
And,
think of your bill, me smoke mine And,
it's not my nice, just killing everything
And,
let me tell you a story,
story,
story Of a girl in Paris
And,
think of your bill,
me smoke mine And,
it's not my nice,
just killing everything
And,
let me tell you a story, story, story
Again and again,
they always appear,
but all are still unknown
I sit like they're fake,
yeah,
I think I'm in love with the wrong person
Again and again,
I don't understand why,
cause I can't love
There's so many roads to L,
but the tunnel is full of holes,
oh,
the tunnel is full of holes,
yeah I don't understand why the love is gone,
oh,
the tunnel is full of holes,
yeah You're not freaking lost in there,
just I don't understand why the love is gone,
yeah
Just- get, * washed