Washed Up Wings Den Of Vice
No one demands what everyone wants
You're going to shoot it in your vein
Hey, Den of vice
I can't enter here, tonight
You seem like you have a dream
Stabbed and smoked, it happens to the best of us it's best you just dismantle it before it grows and grows and takes you over not my boy
You seem like you have a dream
You seem like you know where you're going