Lyrics DyingLight - Fifty Grand, BONES, Cat Soup

DyingLight

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