(Yeah, we rollin')

[Guitars]

The streets are empty, clean with disease
Swallow the bug to start bowing the rug

Please, tell me how the hell I follow through
Sometimes I get the feeling

Did it hit? Did it hit?
Because my eyes don't see it
No, they don't see it
They don't see the blood
But I've been biting my lip
That you've ended up,
I can't help myself

There's a spider at the bottom of my cup
I swirl it around before drinking it up
The streets are empty, clean with disease
Swallow the bug to start bowing the rug

Please tell me how the hell I follow through
Sometimes I get the feeling

Did it hit? Did it hit?
Because my eyes don't see it
No, they don't see it
They don't see the blood
But I've been biting my lip
They're giving it up
I take myself out and never give it too much
Sometimes it gets
Ooh, ooh
I can't help myself

The sun in space hitting on my face
As a mask and on
I try to shake until I wake
But it won't

Did it hit? id it hit?
Because my eyes don't see it
No, they don't see it
They don't see the blood
But I've been biting my lip
They're giving it up
I can't help myself

There's a spider at the bottom of my cup
I swirl it around before drinking it up

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