They’ve got white seats
Stuck, we can’t breathe
Our blood stains are covered up clean
Still, you won’t bury us breathing
You crawl don’t preach
And you burn through ten million a season
Slip and slide, they crush down like Katrina
Got these visions nobody believes in
You crawl don’t preach
Gasoline in your eyes
Would you mind?
From the mouth of a leech
Bright eyes ain’t covered in bleach
Got our hands all bleeding
You ain’t got no taste for the new beat
We’re shut down, we don’t pass out
Cut down we still catch light
You’re so out of touch and now you’ll nеver know
We’re washing it off likе it never was
We cut that into fashion
f#ck that, we’ll get mansions
No more slices
Wiped out blank, we keep beating
We’ll keep the demons burning in the ceiling
I see green in your eyes
Your sermon ain’t done sh#t
We’re stirring your gut still
Got our hands all bleeding
Broke your tongue with that cheap talk
Now you’re in the black fading
We’re shut down, we don’t pass out
Cut down we still carry your sins like a cigarette
Bury your grounds and your silhouette
We cut that into fashion
Never going to catch us
Never going past us
Shit, you ain’t got passion
I won’t be there inside now
I won’t bow down, change up these two sides
I’d like to draw this line, it’s in my bones
I’d backslide
You’ve got no suite left
You ain’t got no gold whip
We got into something that we can’t write
Can’t hide, you’ll never get back inside
You’re so out of line now
Straight out
You’ve got no taste for the new beat
Now cut that into fashion
f#ck that, we’ll get mansions
Carry your sins like a cigarette
Like a silhouette
We’ve got it open now
We’ve got it over now
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