Texty:
Streets The Empty Cans

will No-one's going to fucking tell me Jack But can you rely on anyone in this world? No you can't, it's not my fault there's wall to wall empty cans

day I will, No-ones going to fucking tell me jack, But can you rely on anyone in this world? No you cant; its not my fault theres wall to wall empty cans

taking over your bitch Coming over your shit Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans

lungs pretending The echoes belong to someone, someone I used to know And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go Ba ba ba I wanted to walk through the empty streets

Muppet In Shades: I saw these crazy dudes And they went out on the street They were cleanin' out the empty lot And makin' it neat I said, "Man is this

send apologies but I got 50 niggas Loyal to die for me, look what the devil done to me Runnig the beef under the streets Na we each gotta knock of da leash A bunch of empty

top of my lungs Pretending the echoes belong to someone Someone I used to know And we become Silhouettes when our bodies finally go I wanted to walk through the empty streets

burn From the skylines on top of the world Till there?s nothing left of her Let?s watch this city burn the world My body doused in ash with two empty cans

At dawn they ride again They'll haul you out to the streets They'll burn your papers and your empty trash cans Beat this thought into your head, singin