Death Grips - Big House | Текст песни

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LA creepin' under my skin, LA creepin' under my skin
LA creepin' under my skin, LA creepin' under my skin
Creepin' under my skin, LA creepin' under my skin
LA creepin' under my skin, LA creepin' under my skin

LA creepin' under my skin
One way ticket to big island
Cut off eyelid still I can't see
Try to realize before dead weight
'Bout out of time, speed checkmate
Internal fall out can't escape
Jungle call fuck back indoors
Nothing round here, I must see more

LA creepin' under my skin, LA creepin' under my skin
LA creepin' under my skin, LA creepin' under my skin
Creepin' under my skin, LA creepin' under my skin
LA creepin' under my skin, LA creepin' under my skin

So harsh in here think I've gone mad
Can't tell if I went too far
Lost my phone man shit's all bad
No landline, no Mac, no car
No map show where skull fuck I am
Alone can't cut off both my hands
I'm in the fuckin' big house

LA creepin' under my skin, LA creepin' under my skin
LA creepin' under my skin, LA creepin' under my skin
Creepin' under my skin, LA creepin' under my skin
LA creepin' under my skin

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