Wolfs

(Chorus) Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Here come the flood to the line in the sand [Sims] Running out of real estate Deadweight, wasteland Slimy like, slimy like what’s stepping out of 4 Chan I’ma change the format These alphas are BetaMax Fighting over table scraps All you see is tail lights All I make is roadkill My flow goes right over heads Coming for the throat still All you fire data blanks All you do is say your thanks Obey your rank You still got money in the major banks It all comes up to where you put your bucks Rookie stuff from where the cookies cut Welcome to the neighborhood Listen to your big brother deeming what's acceptable You gonna meet The Cleavers You gonna end up like some vegetables Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn [P.O.S] Still screaming This time gon be different Yeah yeah This time gon be different Nah, no Nah same shit New Years to New Years From no tears to all fears and no steps All no moves all fall All breath straight held But somehow This time gon be different Nothing gon change around you If you don't or won't change shit about you If you think escaping from view Could reasonably ease up the psyche try it I'd probably deny it if I was you too This crazy way is a daily display So art it's obnoxious Sign corners in every room that I stay Frequently flipping threw every Tangible Manual Seeking something sturdy, skipping the (Chorus) Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Here come the flood to the line in the sand