Lyrics:
Glocks These crooked cops keep trying steal the ball from me But Le like Kevin Braswell with these rock 600 plus assists plus this I must admass Hard work
the crime Onwards and upwards but going nowhere So how many now truthfully swear That they do no evil, see no wrong The ad-mass agents, the writers of song
nightly sun Admass - I laugh at your feeble lies - trash Hatred in my eyes and in my blood A scream across the fields - the rivers weep A vanquished
I glide home Cut the rope Feeling laggard Presently admass nags me about I stopped caring for anything And I ardour it But it never signified
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