歌词
Yea help, in this junk
I'm drowning, drownin'
How long till I sell
My mothers?
So I become important to you
In this junk
Drownin'
How long till I sell
My mothers?
Must I tolerate your ****?
Dwell in your shallow pit
Now they thought police
Are following me everywhere
Eyes are always on our children
Run run run
Run run run
Run run run
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