Brooklyn Gamma - Boots
It ain't as good as it gets
If you got holes all over your chest
My best day's your worst day
Worst day is my best phrase
That's just what I get
Rub squeezin' my neck
The things I forget
Lost in my hotel room motionless we back see
That's what we get
Flies licking my face
I'm about to close off on this race
Break ground start again
Break ground start again
Get we can get
Poison on my plate
I'm loving all the same
There's hands on my wrist
In the form of a fist in the form of a kiss
Light up the sky
Showing off your bag
Showing off when you're dead
Cut open the clone
You were wearing all my clothes
Well that's just what I get
It ain't as good as it gets
If you got holes all over your head
When the on my table when the in my rearview
Into on my hand the form of a fist
At least I'm home
For the lucky ones
Until I do
At least I'm home
For the lucky ones
Until I do
Light up the sky
You light up the sky
Light up the sky
Light up the sky
Light up the sky
Light up the sky
Light up the sky
Light up the sky
Light up the sky
At least I'm home
For the lucky ones
Light up the sky
Light up the sky
For the lucky ones
