Freedom or lies Step from, walk away
You gotta hold your time You gotta hit it with the right of way
Maybe if you like to fight for any like of what's seen
Either way it's sane Either way it's gotta mean
Red sister might be chokin' But I ain't about that kind
It'a a beat with the rythm of a body that was born to lose two times
Hey big body He said that i'm a true fortune lie
Held my shoulder Big pointy looks, big broken knives
They might try to hide They have to answer both dead sense
You might be right I could afford either way in
Poison dandilion forms cross
Big spoke down cross Stick your head on the line
The flavor might be missin' He's last to cross that anyway
You can bet he can fiddle with the brothers to the power
of another day
Hey big body He said that I'm a true fortune lie
Held my shoulder Big pointy looks, big broken knives
Two of them stole my might One of them stole my time
Didn't you say what you wanted
Denied
|