Teksty:
Dirt After The Dance

the fiction on Your lips and dig a contradiction up And the clean coming will hurt And you can never get it spotless When there's dirt beneath the dirt

Yealwolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push Felon's, crooks, going door to door like he's selling books, Dolly Parton style, melons mush Now my bitch dancer

to do what it takes for us to make it And we can overcome anything we faced with (We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall After all, all

caliber gold plated Desert Eazy That's for who ever rebellious The cartridge to it lookin' like The Legend Of Zelda Born winner Rhymin' like there's two horns in him After

If I had things my way, I wouldn't be a zero Rather be respected like Pierre Ferro Id be on MTV with Tommy Lee ridden dirt bikes Every album I touch 5

wonder at the view Set me off in motion and let me dance After twenty years of doubt and then a week with you I'm ready baby, follow through Cover me in dirt

, Let pain give you pleasure From dirt roads, to flowers, when faith can be measured From storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasure From dirt

try, the more everything goes wrong the tryhards talk until the back of my neck hurts no matter what, the topic is "the experts" the tryhards cant dance, but do dance

huge beauty Whilst your mouselike breath was The hand upon my clock And one each breath I came nearer To my silly and shining end VI All long summer long Under the fly-dance