Belly Up - Snyder | Текст песни

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Cave in the walls of the basement.
Take a spot on the couch.
We made a mess of ourselves.
"Hey i'm a little tapped, you got a sawbuck on you?"
The way we wore the same path
come back in one piece and relax.
Gut the world
With your grand dads war sword.
A man after my own heart.
We made a mess of ourselves.
We made a mess of our shit life
Nothing matters
"Hey i'm a little tapped, you got a sawbuck on you?"
The way we wore the same path
come back in one piece and relax.
Miles apart we still stay in contact.
Rip the taurus all to hell
From Mountain High with bloodshot eyes
That scent will never leave.

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