White Lung - Blow It South | Текст песни

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I see you over there, blowing away for me
The type of tailor that when I ride, you'll see
They say he never was sad 'cause he needs his power
He needs his power
But I will punch right as I take a shower
We only got an hour to feel it

Blow it south and you
Come out, yes I made you
Care about ' and you
Come out as I play you
These are the broadways
To rub that shame off
Blow it south and you
Come out, yes I made you

You got the eyes of a doll
Rolling all in your skull
Always they end bad
The worse thing on my dog days
Your throwaways
Let's find me up, boy, get it like the rest
I'll do what I have to, to death
Fight with your chest out

Blow it south and you
Come out, yes I made you
Care about ' and you
Come out as I play you
These are the runaways
To rub that shame off
Blow it south and you
Come out, yes I made you

As I fall down your throat
I broke it off

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