Limp - Drop Nineteens
Wake up
You're not a giver anymore
Screaming around the neighborhoods
The boys are what they're for
They're so young they give it up
As evil goes down
Just pretend
There's a core
Take that piece
Like a marine
Go explore
Feelin rise
I think it might
It's never gone
If your mood goes up why won't your son even try
For the nineth time for the nineth time for the nineth time
Your hips aren't worth a guy
Your slime
Did you look me up
Dripping through the marry
Don't get high
Sure water keeps it cold
Shall I read your mind
Sure can get you down
Just took out
Fourty four
Caliber
Shotgun for
Mowin down
In your bline
I think it might
I think it's gone
Is it me inside
Or is it grandpa's fault
For the nineth time for the nineth time for the nineth time
Your not worth the drive
Your slime
Stay young
Alright
And strong
Feed the rascal
Feed the rascal
Feed the rascal
Feed the rascal
Feed the rascal
Feed the rascal
Feed the rascal
