Die Queen Die Shaykit
Shut fast the camera's eyes! With no hope in sight. But when the shoes twist to the right, Missed marks are a common cause And then we find What no one wants To stumble across
Does my voice lack conviction? When I assault this aged tale and scream to you these f..cked up thoughts. There is no truth. There is no hope.
Surprise!
And there it is straight for you
Still running in circles…
Now we live inside of the crimes of our minds, we spit to heights and rage from tops
Grab your bitch and take her to bed (yeah)
Sink into the back of your head (I know)
Grab your bitch and take her to bed (say please)
Sink into the back of your head, yeah
So take back
All those lies
You force fed