Woorden:
Breathe Electric The Best Of All

Hey, you're already down so why don't you wipe the frown off of that face and speak to me, my dear and we are the best of all [x2] da-da da da-da

the light I'd made it to Manhattan built myself a nest I meant to get right back to doing exactly what I do best: Pluggin in an electric guitar, leading

the fool, spit 'til no bars is left And all y'all teams can feel my sixteen bars of death Sixteen bars of death Rap monster on cassette, never runnin' out of breath

Everywhere in vans and behind garage doors, a hospice ward of all the kids we know foregoing student loans to watch the joints play catch up with bored

burned out, Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision and possibility? What chance does anyone have when all the spaces are filled? Sipping breakfast

head cases (suck ???? fame is) Some of them lost the base hit While they all read brims in the metal die cast Voltron cadence, what N.Y. electric,

Creep Its So Good That It's Bad It Might Be The Best Damn Thing That I Ever Had... This Is A Peek At Best What's Coming Is Coming And It's Electrical

that destruction, of all previous discussion When I hit like a concussion, your heart rate stall Recorders all stall, you jaw'll go slack I deliver makin' quivers and shivers all

it You ain't got no flavor and I can prove it Flavor Flav the flav all of flavors Onion and garlic French fried potatoes Make ya breath stink, breath fire Makes any onion the best