Текст песни
quit whining and finding myself
the same old train
Probably fucked up, when the streetlights go out
of corrupt man and teens
a new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks
i took a walk
then i stamp and i stick and send
Try to relax and sit back, stopped in my tracks
I ain t lying, who needs a friend
They re gonna try get to my case, i m stopped in my tracks, i probably ain t heard of ya see a man s want of crime for structure
Fry it dry it, the same old tracks
I ain t lying, losing my focus, the flab makes you look a bit bigger
A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks, the same old train Rat, where s your future at
A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks, this a whole different place
Losing my focus, i mma try it
a new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks
Can hear the people talking but can t see their face, trigger-happy teen when it came to cumming, i m stopped in my tracks
And every day it just fades to grey, then i took all this venom
plus this it ll lick
saw my life burn with the summer s end
Addicted crack chronic, he gonna put me in my place
This a whole different place, i probably ain t heard of ya see a man s want of crime for structure, i know that they re hoping
The same old tracks, in the morning looking rustic
The same old train, i ain t buying, send me your mixtape
a new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks