Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I'm really sun-dirt by runway I'm coming now like a hurricane My life is fleshin' across the sky You're only young but you're gonna die I look like the first ones, lives be so lies My body putin' a half a fight I got the bell I gotta thank you to hell I gotta get you, second guess your health well I have wells You got me rid of hells wells My depth is high, hells wells I give you a black sensation up in the damn your spine If you give a lot of friend of mine See the white lies lashing down the splits of night Cause if God comes on earth, send up sickles of light I'm gonna take the rest of the splits, be so lies Nobody putin' the half a fight I got the bell I gotta thank you to hell I gotta get you, second guess your health well I have wells You got me rid of hells wells My depth is high, hells wells I give you a black sensation up in the damn your spine If you give a lot of friend of mine See the white lies lashing down the splits of night Cause my body putin' a half a fight I got the bell I gotta thank you to hell I gotta get you, second guess your health well Send us comin' to you, those balls Hey, the remains of mouth Those balls The duprin' just high, those balls The crowd of the skies, those balls Say it, I can get down Those balls, say it, I can get down Those balls, say it, I can get down Those balls, gotta split some knives Those balls, they have no way to fight Bells