This Is Worse
My gun is pumping - you're down on your knees
A closer step to death
I think I'm coming, are you ready to recieve
I spray you full with my killer disease
I'll come inside, I'll break you down
Your end of your life
I steal your soul, I'm in control
I just made you mine
It's the end of the line
You're broken to pieces
Crushed by the facts
It's the end of the line
How could this be
Face the enemy and meet reality
How could you be so blind
Now you're tasting death it controls your mind
Suffering years ahead
I came inside
I bro
A closer step to death
I think I'm coming, are you ready to recieve
I spray you full with my killer disease
I'll come inside, I'll break you down
Your end of your life
I steal your soul, I'm in control
I just made you mine
It's the end of the line
You're broken to pieces
Crushed by the facts
It's the end of the line
How could this be
Face the enemy and meet reality
How could you be so blind
Now you're tasting death it controls your mind
Suffering years ahead
I came inside
I bro
Lotto statystyki Detroit 442
You know he can't be tested.
He can't be read or found.
Urban gray takes breath away.
He wants to push his pedal to the ground.
And the night's what's right.
Puts him at the wheel.
Well, I eat danger.
Any stranger is all right.
Feel hot to go like Jimmy O.
Dodging flying objects at the show.
And the lights make me fight.
In Detroit 442...
Maybe, baby, I could ride with you.
This town's a concrete factory and dad and mom look just like me.
I'm on the plant assembly line.
Too late now.
Too far behind!
You said you wanna hang around.
No one really cares where you go.
Take your time.
Things never change.
In Detroit 442 maybe baby I could ride with you.
One more to market, one more piggie, and they all, they all look just like me, yeah.