Paroles:
Tool Sweat

I'm sweating, and breathing and staring and thinking and sinking deeper. It's almost like I'm swimming. The sun is burning hot again on the hunter and

I'm sweating, and breathing and staring and thinking and sinking deeper. It's almost like I'm swimming. The sun is burning hot again on the hunter and

: I'm sweating, and breathing and staring and thinking and sinking deeper. It's almost like I'm swimming. The sun is burning hot again on the hunter

on beeing faith, So tell me what's your favorite position, me I like it from the behind like slow no kissing Go with the course more cushin for the pushin' love it when I see the sweat

just the place to fix him To save him from himself" Curled up in the darkness Searching for the light The smell of stale sweat and shit Streaming through

For them birds niggaz'll cock back the calico Now you introduced to the beef, what'chu gon' do now? Bitch up, skid in your crib, or pull them tools out

name on a blimp Stay Dolce Gabbana'd down, play the Bahamas now Youse a donkey, I'ma piranha clown I keep thick bread, in the pockets of my sweats While

to get together Some will be and some will hear Some will be and some will hear Some will be and some will hear Black Magic Bring the M-16's the tools

me off, this nigga's walkin soft; it's the smoothness that make niggas move to this; for you ruffnecks, i'll check you with my tool and shit; don't sweat