Texty:
Costa Matt Bound

lonely and a guy gets sick Evil woman, you're bound to make a mess of it 'Cause you're bound, you're bound You're bound, you're bound She laid me down

the mountains where the Cuckoo sings They tried to mine a miner for his golden veins But a guy gets lonely and a guy gets sick Evil woman you're bound

the chicks The blows the cars and enemies that wanna spar You wanna see it no matter who you are Yeah I'm bound to ground you like that Put they ass

dope It's comin off the lake, down at the dock And yo, it 'posed to be at eight So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost And since they thinkin

their sides No mercy given no matter how they cried The smell of death was near It's presence ever near The priests lay bound in chains no-one would ever

well I know The flood has started The day goes so slow in below my head I should have stayed in bed My love, well I have lost I paid the cost I know I