just keep tryin' not to choke nothing compares to this stuff prepare yourself it's gettin' rough snort some lines so what's the matter on stilts I walk it couldn't be better k
Give your life to my charms and quake in my arms grand my wish receive what I dish won't do ya no harm rather buy the farm you light my sky come
Nice to be here once again feelin' your fear my lonely friend your insecurity so clear and pure is what makes me dead sure good to see you after
This is my own game and my will is to decay this is my own life and I end it my own way what I see here means nothing to me you gotta see clear
Wearin' shades - at the club this time - I'll fuck you up big chains round your neck perfect to pull you back wearin' same gear every day this
