Lletres:
Black Lungs So It Goes

bed. Yeah this pain, it is fleeting. Just rest your heavy head. the sutures will be out soon. Oh yes the sutures will be out soon. So it goes

history So I just avoided it, not to be exploited, not to be recorded Cause I cannot afford it, I cannot afford more shit to be in more debt Uh, it's

MC's, like I'm playin' the skelly top It's gettin', ?Hot In Here? Like the single that Nelly dropped So take ya clothes off, the track is so soft A

it was Heaven in jail and dont try to make no friends 'cause nobody got no tounges and if the witch looks Your way somehow it crosses your lungs Playa

the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high cause it feels so good [Chorus] It feels so good how we kick it in the hood like so good (When

your counter pane goes and uncovers your toes And your sheet slips demurely from under you Then the blanketing tickles, you feel like mixed Pickles, so

, my final lunge It's all over now bar the dance Do it now but don't get caught I've been having third thoughts They can be so clever, only when the script

Light returns, ever slowly dim, then winks out Every time it grows brighter, then it's snuffed out Color bleeds into voids of black, reappears Soon the

stick me, believe it or not, I cripply I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it like a tech Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come back Bucklin