We are the fall Northern white crap that talks back We
are not black. tall.No boxes for us.Do not f*ck us.We are
frigid stars.We were spitting, we were snapping cop out,
cop out!As if from heaven.Sucker x 9No stars in the zone
I stay at home I live on snacks Potatoes in packsI like
to blow...I like to blow....I like to blow Concentration
zone The years go in circles,The years go in circles
Hopes goes, I’m gone Smoke comes, I go A spurs fan, a
warrior,Happy no-hoper Dull, manage,I think slow.Sucker,
blow.