EVERY NIGHT I SPIT A BIT
writing words across the mindsince I can't remember
but still every night
love will do if nothing else works through
for the first time as we started as a name
we’ve came upon a choice
then we pissed on the lou
it wasn’t for the fame
but we’ve broke down and out and again
shall you call it crazy or proud
I’d never care about it anyhow
some will say that
we felt for the city
and it’s trail
some days some people
they can act their own ways
but remember this
it’s not easy to share and shout
the night the red the crowd
it’s shitty when you got to do it anyhow
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