Imagine all the words we're spitting being trapped in a jungle there are no enemies no justice everytime I show my faces
(she's an absolute beginner)
I wash it you kick it and spoil it with dirt nevermind I've got two faces and one of it hurts
And when you roam with the storm which shows you the thruth and then your life gets confused you might wash a white shirt without my lust
(she's an absolute beginner)
I wash it you kick it and spoil it with dirt nevermind I've got two faces and one of it hurts