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plates And we're still hollow with Tree bark armor, internal war scars I'm sludging through the trench mud Intestines filled with filth Torn garments
You know me I'll be free I know you Wading, crossing, sludging, Crawling thru And you wonder if I know what's true What if I don't? What if I do?
crawler with a dream of gold Bitch I'm stuck up in these thoughts flipping rhymes of old Smoked out in the swamp Now I'm sludging home This the spoken
to make I cut for red to rid the grey One mystery on my mind Why is nothing happening? Why is nothing happening? Sludging through the mud Every day,
I went and cut my hair Looking for a new thing to pull me out of here Summer's been so hot this year Keeps me sludging through your wake and my heart
subtle like T. Rex, Grimlock Tyrannosaurus Czech Norris sludging thru Žižkov I Swoop in acting stupid, Snarl at my enemies Ruin MCs as soon as I Kamikaze
Born and raised in the underground many years ago Sludging in dark venues creating something slow From the legends through the decades they bestow
Days sludging into days (cant believe) Ahh fuck i mean.. (will i be okay) They always ask if If im okay Not a damn thing changed I feel the same Im not
that went and happened to one of my seeds The homes ancestral They sludging forward grinding like a pestle When we're all related under god in life
Feels like long ago we lost ourselves And life keeps sludging on by Take my hand and we will carry on Until the night we die In the caverns that
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