I've got scrap
Hidden everywhere
But no junkyard
Where I could keep it in
Just a collector
With an empty chest

No bulletproof vest
Hidden anywhere
No bullshit flag
Waving in the air
No agenda
No agenda
No bulletproof vest
Hidden anywhere
No bullshit flag
Waving in the air

I got a double side'd knife
Under my Garelli
Just in case someone
Catches me sweating
Got an arms that'll die
So she can keep bettin' now
We can keep, keep on, keep it on, keep on
Hundred miles a minutе, just to catch someone
Catch his face swеating
Got an arms that'll die
So she can keep bettin' now
And we can keep, keep on, keep it on, keep on
Some of us dig holes
But not really getting closer than a grave stone
Now we're 50 rollin 'round in a Chinatown alley
Now they get a full chase straight to the tomb stone

Cause everyone knows
Most of us dig holes
But not really getting closer than a grave stone
Now we're 50 rollin 'round in a Chinatown alley
Now they get a full chase straight to the tomb stone

I got a double side'd knife
Under my Garelli
Just in case someone
Catches me sweating
Got an arms that'll die
So she can keep bettin' now
We can keep, keep on, keep it on, keep on
Hundred miles a minute, just to catch someone
Catch his face sweating
Got an arms that'll die
So she can keep bettin' now
And we can keep, keep on, keep it on, keepin' on, keep it on

(Ohh)
I'm double-side the knife
Under my Garelli
Just in case someone
Catches me sweating
Got an arms that'll die
So she can keep bettin' now
We can keep, keep on, keepin' on, keep on