| My girl gave me a bolt cutter | |
| We love to break in | |
| Reclaim all the spaces | |
| They forgot they had taken | |
| And all this is ours | |
| It's gonna be what we make it | |
| If only the stars were close enough we would paint them | |
| [Sims] | |
| Yeah | |
| They said we couldn't have that | |
| Square in the eye right back and said yeah, yeah | |
| We going to take it anyway that's that | |
| Anyways we don't feed out your hand | |
| Look what we built with a grain of sand | |
| It's the end of the golden era | |
| We don't find terror | |
| We define terror | |
| Me and my girl we on the run | |
| But we shoot back when the law man come | |
| Hard to sleep when the darkness creeps | |
| We won't quit till the job is done | |
| We were trying to be quiet | |
| But you incited a riot | |
| Conquer divide it | |
| We learn and applied it | |
| Arrogance, audacity, your love is from a magazine | |
| My love load a magazine | |
| And she be shootin on you motherfucks | |
| Duck | |
| [Dessa] | |
| You know I've seen a little glory | |
| And your trinket isn't it | |
| Save your voice I know the story | |
| Man abandons sinking ship | |
| I heard you did your dissertation | |
| On the rise and fall of man | |
| You said the golden era's over but we'll rise and fall again | |
| We lost some ground, we lost some time | |
| Man look alive we lost enough | |
| Yeah look around we're finders now | |
| Clean that shit up you're losing blood | |
| This ain't Kansas | |
| Show of hands if you've said your prayers | |
| Now put them down if you've got answers | |
| This place it takes the faith of a man | |
| [Mike] | |
| She wants to spend the night in graveyards | |
| Loves fair Plays hard | |
| Look that's for keeps yeah that's for keeps | |
| You break my skin with a needle | |
| Break my hand in the face | |
| Questions are equal | |
| Yeah that's for creeps | |
| There ain't no ground where I'm looking | |
| I climb the twisted stairs it's funny | |
| Cause I'm so high I'm more twisted | |
| Then when I see your | |
| We're going up to the top | |
| She wants to see our city | |
| Drippin in electric pedals | |
| It's crazy but kinda pretty | |
| Phony, watch your step, follow close | |
| Fuck it if you get caught | |
| The strongest links in the chain are the first to get cut | |
| Together till we all fade | |
| Keep the blade in the gut | |
| They keep us in a cage too long | |
| Don't think they care about us | |
| [POS] | |
| Yeah | |
| The sign said something easily forgotten clearly | |
| And time is not my problem she reminds me nearly hourly | |
| I know this till I don't | |
| All rules respected less with every step neglecting | |
| Lessons about trespass | |
| Passing old plans | |
| Lost to the rent | |
| Laugh till we sick | |
| Passing a twist | |
| So savage | |
| We nag at your standards and spit | |
| With a generally messed up view (Says who?) | |
| That handle is safe | |
| And we typically don't give much weight to a life with a worms eye view | |
| We play like birds prey | |
| Any place warm stay | |
| love it | |
| We own our space | |
| Roam home | |
| Any place aimed go |
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