3 chords, blood, sweat no rewards
another minute goes down the drain
nobody seems to care anymore
or really listen to what we're saying
judge books by looks and fall for a cheap imitation
see us we must abide by our labeled limitations
they missed the x'd fists, jump kicks in nike
there ain't even a pig pile pic or hc
i guess in reality the biggest joke's on me
hey you, at the back of the longest line
just what did you have in mind? |