Don't slow this boys blind luck,
it won't pull him out.
Bite hard to keep holding on.
You know that sick taste?...
It won't leave your mouth,
so choke down another drink
and spit up that s*** you eat.
These tired bones keep crawling home.
Hold on with no hope.
We all feel fire,
but you're breathing smoke.
it won't pull him out.
Bite hard to keep holding on.
You know that sick taste?...
It won't leave your mouth,
so choke down another drink
and spit up that s*** you eat.
These tired bones keep crawling home.
Hold on with no hope.
We all feel fire,
but you're breathing smoke.