Слова:
Big Wreck No Fault

morning (mourning?) I can shift, I can lie, I'll do whatever you want Did I really get this good? I guess it's been so long It's no fault of yours Curled

to save ya soul you'll be amazed how quick police learn the businss nowhere to run young blood you done burned ya bridges a nervous wreck makin ya calls

the core Of what I need you for It's a disaster And after all I need you to remind myself That it's my fault, it's not my fault I can hear the pain Well

yung g's are so real) Well I'm grippin grain candy stains presses cuts and pinky rings Viper jets and choo choo trains it aint my fault I hog the lane

my fault I'm gone reverse mine My pain, I'm gone merge mines, 'cause I'm sick wit it Now where them balla's at, I'm lookin' for the big ticket 10 minutes

come And there's never been a one on one Nor has there been a problem, I dissolve them I'm like salt, lock it up, hate to fall but never wreck his car And it's my fault

I cut fat cats to eight lives With my eight ball lines I'm home 'fore I'm done with all nine Got you shook like a fault line Come all shine and get

weeks without sleep Keeping this in I've got cuts I can't close I've got wounds that won't heal It's all your fault I've been shattered and wrecked

you need a hand big man? grab hold of this branch With both hands but they don't understand I'm just a sick man Now everybody's pissed at me Like it's my fault