D.O.I. - White Lung

They said

You treat the way

And I found all the reasons why

I outta exploit you

But my kind

Yeah, we don’t play

It’s dirt off your shoulder

It’s dirt off your shoulder

Oh, it’s

A day

Felt it died

The word

We saw it now

The birds, the grids, the girl

You thought what’s wrong but

Rich kids are central

Rich kids are central

Pretty girls are central to you

And all you are

A day

Cause it takes

The word

Anything to touch that word

You never explain without words

No love

You dug it all back from me

Go back to Brooklyn

You say it’s broke land

Go back to Brooklyn

You say it’s broke land

You say

You say

You say