how was i suppose to know that all of this is the killing kind
monday blues , mellow moods , the dooby days are lingering in my mind
red roosters YEAH !! or is it speed maybe some kinda poppie seed
mixem good dont be naive, we gonna see the walls breath
your lights are running on a line , but your lines are running out of light
wheres my grey boy why must i wait , cant you see im bloody late
this room is like a puzzle i cant find my way ,i cant talk right now im in a fuzzle
dont leave me here i cant drive
the devils on my back , this bizniz is rive
hows about a gram , come and fly with me
i’ll show you the door to ecstasy
so smoke me gently smoke me nice , i know you’ll be back once or twice
mtwa at the hole
mtwa at the hole
just another day in mtwa at the hole
you gonna find nothing here
just the slobber and the fear
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