can't tell I think i finally understand How i got this way Every day I think that I'm Jaded More than I can admit In every way I think that I'm jaded
My life is complicated I tried but it's too late an Just when i think that it's ok This place has overtaken More and more than I'm here It's all fake
Tercüme: Toprak. Yorgun.
is hindsight and now we got that so we done got back Some of our soldiers have fallen, so many years of toiling Touring, tears falling, naw pouring jaded
a crown on my royal Kottonmouth Kings make a pipe out of foil Put a grip to my lip, dip it in honey oil Smoke it to the butt put it out in the soil Damn
there In the cold Stands the Hustler His eyes are old He has seen a million ugly scenes Places where men droop with mould The backrooms Where soiled
pieces weaved together rose the sun And fooled me with another day The knocking message called for my life Sealed the spell of my scrawny body Soil
Slaves to money, bad to the bone Blood is running through veins unknown Mindless liars, stone dead souls Putting you straight into a hole Virus soiled
hindsight, and now we got that so we done got back. Some of our soldiers have fallen so many years of toiling touring tears falling naw pouring jaded
Faces the generation reduced to vacant stares Heads filled with TV static, buying its shallow lies Jaded passionless whores, raping the desires of all
crown on my royal Kottonmouth Kings make a pipe outta foil Put a grip to my lip, dip it in honey oil. Smoke it to the butt put it out in the soil. Damn
Slaves to maney, bad ot the bone Blood is running through veis unknown Mindless liars, stonedead souls, Putting you straight int oa hole Virus soiled,
Slaves to money, bad to the bone Blood is running through veins unknown Mindless liars, stonedead souls Putting you straight into a hole Virus soiled,
