Paroles:
Boys Night Out Where We Breathe

through infected wounds and softened scars It's my favorite kind of day filled with the things we fear will find us where we sleep, and fuck us where we breathe

could get a deal And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real And yet we heard you got it locked but like dem socks we on your heels

other one's the scary one His way or no way, totalatarian He's got no time for you Looking or breathing How he don't want you to So step out the queue

the floor in a garb of black we must pay respect to the color we were born to mourn walk away me boys walk away me boys and my morning we'll be

bring ghetto carnival thrills Where's that other little rich little fag Looking for Brandon cause we can't stand him I know my boys make the bass go

? (hook) Move in now move out, Hands up now hands down, Back up, back up. Tell me what cha` gonna do now. Breath in now breath out. Hands up now

my folks we on one (on one) We don't be trippin off that (nothin) Players about to be somethin (somethin) A music and beat be somethin (somethin) Where the Louie at man, where

be you but they took him to the cutting room As they hauled him away, he screamed out to his friends, It's in the air that we breathe in every single

All the Federales say, they could've had him any day They only let him slip away, out of kindness I suppose Lefty he can't sing the blues all night