DyingLight - Fifty Grand, BONES, Cat Soup

Yeah, yeah

We don’t

We don’t know you

We don’t know you

We don’t know you

We don’t

You got no alibi, so who sent you?

What it takes to go to war, you couldn’t say

But I ride night skies, fly by eyes wide

I’ve been called for battle, into neverafter

Punisher, disaster, burning down their pastures

That don’t sound good

That don’t sound good

Heard you dropped the ball again

And we all knew that you would (What?)

Try to fuck with me, I double dog dare you

Fifty-one fifty, bitch, I am a failure

Can’t help myself, so no, I cannot help you

All of my brothers back home in the trailers

Strung out on something or no longer with us

I will not hit you, I’ll just call my hitters

Tear up the kidneys, now you and your feelings

Silliest loon in the bin, bitch, it’s been me

Cannot get out of this phase, it’s in me

Never gon' stop with this shit 'cause it’s endless

Rather be broke as a joke than be friendless

Stay with my brothers even when we penny-less

Skipping your tracks, like class no attendance

Lock up ya' door, break it down, bitch, I’m in this

Cut out your eyes, now I’m sure there’s no witness

Rust on my blade, let me give you that tetanus

That don’t sound good (That don’t sound)

That don’t sound good

That don’t sound good (That don’t sound good)

Heard you dropped the ball again

And we all knew that you would

That don’t sound good (That don’t sound good)

Heard you dropped the ball again

And we all knew that you would

That don’t sound good (That don’t sound good)

Heard you dropped the ball again

And we all knew that you would