4 years ago
Pulse
Lyrics
Yea help, in this junk
I'm drowning, drownin'
How long till I sell
My mothers?
So I become important to you
In this junk
Drownin'
How long till I sell
My mothers?
Must I tolerate your shit?
Dwell in your shallow pit
Now they thought police
Are following me everywhere
Eyes are always on our children
Run run run
Run run run
Run run run
...
Writer(s): Craig John Walker, Daniel Thomas Griffiths, Darius Francis Keeler
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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