Dark pit slick, slinging dark shit quick
On the carpet, I make, that you're moving like a carcass
Car park grit, cut it off, on the [?] crew
Gonna wanna quit, over shit, said I miss [?]
[?] One clip, on the black bar, stick
Put the head that's on the list, on the back [?], park it
Stalker, mister, I really dismissed it
[?] Adapt, the piss then I get [?]
Ghost bag, filled with most of the
Concrete carried on back, by the hostess
No map, when I go then I go
Eyes on the coast, Wi-Fi's in the ocean
Ghost bag, filled with most of the
Concrete carried on back, by the hostess
No map, when I go then I go
Eyes on the coast, Wi-Fi's in thе ocean
Guard, on the seat, nеver strike from beneath
I'm a dirty young [?], but I never compete
Put grease, in my conscious red tree, let the geese out
When am I supposed, my degree just like a [?]
Moss, [?] see me empty [?] garden
The cross, my pursuit of pitfalls, in the dark skies
Push, the talk, in the bright like it's [?]
Intercept any and come the cost [?] the fucking [?]
Ghost bag, filled with most of the
Concrete carried on back, by the hostess
No map, when I go then I go
Eyes on the coast, Wi-Fi's in the ocean
Ghost bag, filled with most of the
Concrete carried on back, by the hostess
No map, when I go then I go
Eyes on the coast, Wi-Fi's in the ocean
