Texty:
China Drum Find The Time

thirteen, she got some big tits After that, your dad will try to jump again And only this time, I'd put the forty to his chin After you mom does the

find light in a world that has blacked out Your middle fingers up, yeah, put 'em up, we've had enough We take a shot to the chin with a grin, we're

t eatin' that's when the days feel slow and long I know you miss 'em so it's time to uplift 'em Try to pick the pieces up and find a way to drive on

Having nothing better to do with my time I wandered across these emotions of mine Finding features that stuck in my head, I'm trying not to think of you

from the crimes that stained him? Now he'll have to wait, like on an empty station Maybe change his name or find a new vocation So nobody's caring, when was the last time

a bitch, this is sexual harrassment Nigga get a lawyer, when 'The Game' coming for ya My jab, like Zab on the chin of De La Hoya I'm the golden boy

-automatic, blhow Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual harrassment Nigga get a lawyer, when 'The Game' coming for ya My jab, like Zab on the chin

Bliss:] Well I've been Running round this globe for a coupla spins now Grown from school days the outcast from the in crowd I keep my chin down as time

, my sick sense tell me you're hating on me again, persistent, jealousy, and resistance for my existence so I gotta go for ya chin, Workin out, you can keep on workin out, but your chin