Male humming

Male back up vocalist

Lost in the culture vulture and
ownersGoing like
Jonas
shots to the
lonersRock boyz like to top you top boysLoosen out all about the glock boy
Two shots double shot chest
boyWith mac 11 got bars to see boyI’m feeling focus must destroy you boy
All these fakers haters gang stateMake it up as I go alongMake it up make it up the show must go on
So here we are here
we areRunning from the midnight sunSo here we are here we areWaiting til the morning comes
Stumble through the jumbotron I’m too gone
Pete TongMe myself I don’t belong I’m a creep weirdoClarke Kent room full of Timbo’s apologise too late been goneDeath beats on fleek like I’m the opposite
of meek milling the harvest grain
Don’t speak
peace they will lay me out all the sameAs my skin tone ice cold sheets bring spiritCasper orbit double the bloods flow I’m brazy
On
the brink drink to remember smoke to feel blessedJust bug
your
conscience I’m George best
drink in these brepsDrink it up drink it up the show must go on
So here we are here we areWaiting til the morning comes
So here we are here we areRunning from the midnight sunSo
here we are here
we areWaiting til the morning comes