Letras
Wisetooth, never got it out. Bloody spit in the corner of my mouth. Ibuprofen, perfect for the pain. High as fuck on a Manhattan bound train. I'm the sh*t, I'm a friend, I write hits, unreleased. I get dinner with Kaden and he leaves. Mr. Taka, perfect for the pain. High as fuck on a Manhattan bound train. Wisetooth, Mytooth, never got it out. Bloody spit in the corner of my mouth. Ibuprofen, perfect for the pain. High as fuck on a Manhattan bound train. I don't look at people when they talk I just smile at the walls. Green like gatorade, crunchy like a fry, if somebody tells you different it's a lie, drop the songs when I die. Everybody tries, riding in the jeep with the crayon on the seat, put your ***** on my thigh, feel the wind and the rain. I hate to think of a future where you and me change.