Jonestown
Sewerperson & Vict Molina
3:21Cracks glow through the wood floor, you had dropped your halo Here it's cut-throat, baby, you should go home To a safe zone Where you can unwind 'cause here our worst shows Why you think the room's cold? It's from the guilty, the malice of the hungry Just her stuttered speech will hit you like a gut bleed This pain a reminiscent night, their time has been up With just this anger left inside, they fucked the earth up This bitch is perced up, fuck it though, she turnt up I keep my shirt tucked, I'm mobbin' when we burn up This Porsche, and coffee-coloured sheets, we doin' donuts It's like the party's just for me whenever I show up Yeah, and I keep one rolled up in case I gotta smoke, cuh This shit is from Mother Earth, I learnt me how to grow drugs Realize some shit you cannot escape, I call it crop dust I'm tryna make waves, I can't be given no bolt cuts Amends were proposed, but fate keeps other plans Of course, I woulda stayed, but it's late and I am spent So I'll wait until I can't, but I know I'll see you again Await my brain and hands, I think until it cramps With my scope inside of the sand, I just blow until it jams I'm feelin' like Son of Sam, they gotta cut off both my hands Just to keep my shit at bay Just to feel like they are safe If they tryna take my spot, well, they gotta take me outta the way Ohh (Yeah) Ohh (Oh, let's go) Cracks glow through the wood floor, you had dropped your halo Here it's cut-throat, baby, you should go home To a safe zone Where you can unwind 'cause here our worst shows Why you think the room's cold? It's from the guilty, the malice of the hungry Just her stuttered speech will hit you like a gut bleed This pain a reminiscent night, the time has been up With just this anger left inside, they fucked the earth up