Neighborhood Of Make-Believe

(альбом: Slán - 2016)

Liquid white base and I lay the fuckin paint
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While the gutters catching rain, I don't never catch a break
Rather never stop the clock, I keep it goin til it breaks
I just be conjuring up my emotions
Emotionless and I'm frozen
Latin seed spiking diconnected writin no doubt I'm the one that they told you
About in the past say I'm not and I laugh
You don't get it just open your eyes and its there
Up and away to the moon with the breeze you would've never Thought that id be air
Get incentive perfected I know you got it corrected
No disrespect and no distressing 99 percent don't get it
All the shit they do is just so not what I would do that
I can't even look at you and say, that I like what they doin
Me and my brothers know what the fucks up
Always have and always will
Don't give a fuck about a dollar an opinion or a deal