Playground 95
Here where you read me blind
Cowboy's pistols and a little printer
Vain hope to snatch a piece of the pie
Oh, I claim a streak of a shine
I stick to my guns
And I'm tired of proving you wrong
I further my side
Sometimes I'm into mines
And everything falls into place
Flip a coin and switch the line
You face away, straight
Far
Remain
Sometimes I'm into mines
And everything falls into place
Flip a coin and switch the line
You face away, straight
Far
Remain
Ground 95
Here with you by my side
Cowboy's pistols and a little printer
Just snatch a piece
No need to hide
No need to hide
Just snatch a piece
No need to hide
Just snatch a piece



Just snatch a piece

Sometimes I'm into mines
And everything falls into place
Flip a coin and switch the light Your face away, straight, thought
Sometimes I'm into mines And everything falls into place
Flip a coin and switch the light Your face away, straight, thought
Sometimes
Your face away, straight, thought

You see, I'm marketsman
You're cash for prize
In this year's play
You're Abdullah
When I saw others


When I saw me
You said
you