Teksty:
Dirt Profit And Loss

to stick by the rules. (They've got the money) Billions spent on weaponry while we watch people die. When only a fraction would give people life. Profit and loss. The loss

instead of my own pair I promised discretion and to be at her beck and call I look like a dandelion and feel like a wreckin' ball I ran out of wishes and

bangin' hard body without the signs And there's no profit seen without the grind Had to shape up and ship out, give samples, get clout Take a loss here and