Paroles:
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

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

weed Yes indeed, the session you need to retrieve it It's ten niggas in a circle smokin a spliff, believe it Retrieve it, over the counter, can you conceive it

guns, lay back in the cut, can it be? It's just a dream when you're on your scene smokin' the green 'Cause ain't shit never what you think it seem From

top, pornography of children in his laptop take your spot and hang on cause it's crowded in hell you in the belly of the beast now, it was heaven in jail

comprehension It takes a nerve to be struck, wisdom is the wise Poet spoken to wake up, the dumb who've been sleeping The fourth dimension is time, it goes

by the black gate, And it's the fire provider til' I get back to mac, Dub sack after the dub sack, my lungs is turnin' black, Gettin' it with my nigga

to bite, they try to pursue it {Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it} (G) Lay It On Me Lay it on me now Not so hard man Yo,

And gettin' so much props, my career should be real estate So now it's time to face up But if you play your jaw like a sneaker yo it's bound to get laced