Woorden:
28 Days

to cut you down even though you're broke and still livin in funky town and free shit is cool no don't try to get me wrong just for kickin another lyric over 28

fucking house you know you get fresh within the stomach without its like D.O.P.E and my name is Jay but you can call me super yeah 28 Days your fired

i cant stand the taste of defeat just like any man but i know i'll loose more sleep if i waste another chance for nothing more than the fear of the unknown

all I fucking do is complain me and the rest of the scene when did we become so clean that's what's wrong with us I'm really over this whinging does

Turned on the tv screen and what did i see a video fuckin collage of our atrocities change my life turtles getting cut open by the poachers knife how

I can not hang on to this bullshit forever Can you If you can that's up to you We are so foolish All this coolness can be fickle Lacking in information

28, 1982 comin' through ya speakers It features a style like this Rippin' it on the mic It's like we're gettin' hyped To the old school 80's Hard rock

Thought I left you all behind put you all out of my mind thought I made it clear that I just didn't want to be near you again you could never be classed

you want so much for everyone to like you for who you really are but you care about it so much you won't be yourself cause I know you feel so much better