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Paroles: Zico Chain, The. Preach.

Tell it in a question

Tell it like it is

Maybe they'll arrest him

Maybe get some kicks



And the rest is burning through your soul

They just want to get you on your knees

With a mind to tell them nature's old

You gotta let 'em breed



I get alone and I can't quite breathe

But I know I never wanna make you sweat

It's God's gift just to make you believe

That I never wanna regret life



You can call it tension

You can call it faith

Or then again it's instinct

You see I got a lot to taste



And the best is burning through your soul

They just want to get you on your own

With a mind to teach them nature's old

You gotta let 'em grow



I get alone and I can't quite breathe

But I knew I never wanna make you sweat

It's God's gift just to make you believe

That I never wanna regret life

You're all animals
Zico Chain, The