Hiss

The low forces they shut it it and judge it

The load they speak it out, the low they matter

Gotta hold it, ooh the strangers come here

Sit down on your knees

We’ll looking on, no matter these are mean

He will touch real staks

That will say, let you extreme

And the danger to his wife

That we may see it

Roll on road and in line will be nothing

And they put you both to rich

How justfy the crime that you get

Wanna plug and they cut the ..of devil

And the grass drive his style...

And then these are hit

With all your high, you risk all the sign

To the high style, you’ll be hit with that

They hold me down, they know for sure that

Another real and stop us for trick

They’ll be shop, I blow up for it

Now all is good, blues are quikly

Now, we are real, and we blowing wild

Of a crown, the rollies deep down

And that sheavy be in the moment

And the way you look to they

And the way you look to they

Got us under stress

That’s the way you look to they

You guessing what they say

Where would they be at

They rise all in this