Texty:
From A City In Ruins Other

home tonight well i guess i was right all along , all along they will learn about themselves don't worry , about a thing seeing you flee , from my life

I make it pop like my cock in Durex condom I'm a -- opposite artist I find irony in going from being like a stone in the grass to rocking the Garden The

like tinting the glass, You take a sip with me She from the city of Jackson I call her Mississippi, that was pretty witty Demand like a black man tryna

skill are far apart from of our squad I put you on a crash course in a smart car Always speeding not relying on the brake pad In a car you should only

school bell ringing From the yard the children singing Merrily life is but a dream In the street there go the brothers Selling slow and ship to others

death This is unexplainable, a fight without a battle The alarm resounds and someone called in a speaker "This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a

though she's barely 35 sleeps most days in the city park every night down at Casey's bar and if she talks at all you hear her say "I was a lovely girl

, and so I try To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand I can never be what I wanna be Nothin' but a man Nothin's even inside of me Nothin I can understand

You heard it from yours truly, chairman of the board Fizzy Womack, I blow back they whole strap committee We live and direct from New York City I'm a stretch a