I don't run
I don't rush
Bating my breath for them to poach
Straight from mud
Scared of none
Kicked in the stomach, I don't budge
Deeply flawed
Play it raw
Fuck all the fake, I blow it off
Got blicky tucked
A loaded one
Suicidal thought, my biggest foe
Draggin' my feet in musty clothes
Bloody tears blockin' the scope
Oh, I might lose all
Roarin' out in croaky tones
Put your back to strangle me, it's outta control
All the sins, sins, sins, sins
I put them on the ground
Oh, Might be some investigation
But I'll get round the problems
Sins, sins, sins, sins
I put them on the ground
Oh, Might be some investigation
But I'll get round the problems
In the night, light up the torch
A bunch of attracted tiger moths
No way to duck out, it's a Slaughter
It's a flood damn colossal
Either watchdog or a brute
I choose the latter shit, of course
Keep stealin', stickin' til the morn
I stuff all the blame in your throat
All my sweats glow like glitters
Stones in my way
Yeah, It looks like a kind of ritual
You gotta pray
The scammers, Keep 'em distant
The truth is all I chase
Light my weight like a feather
Get out of range
All the sins, sins, sins, sins
I put them on the ground
Oh, Might be some investigation
But I'll get round the problems
Sins, sins, sins, sins
I put them on the ground
Oh, Might be some investigation
But I'll get round the problems