Clams Casino
60 Seconds (I Minute)
[Verse 1][GodMind]
I give them cold feet
When they around me they don't know how to act which act is it molly or brownies?
I guess there ain’t no excuse to do stupid shit
But I ain’t wait for halloween to dress up as a lunatic
What’s a chain with a broken link
A friendship if the ship’ll sink
Egos too big, gotta put them back in check, gotta clip wings
Get my respect, what do you think
The spotlight not big enough to share
Sharing is caring? well i guess i don’t care
Every man for himself, survival i am my idol rivals get shipped processed, and recycled
Bodies kept clean like old school vinyls
Rifle up the pussy then warrant a revival
Its all you can eat some of them even bridal
Vile enough to make the bible suicidal
Back to the topic, cause shit get chaotic
Losing my mind but did this shit in logic
Telling me my murderous side, psychologic
Sike i lied bitch, fetch me a gin and tonic
Breaking down my breakdown down to the atomic
Cold feet on a hot bitch that’s ironic
She fickle probably bend for a nickel worth of chronic
Always got the leaf, guess i am patriotic
Loose lips always get fed a lotta stupid shit
If it ain’t phoney compliments its half broken promises
And all these psychedelic hysterics, this shit don’t phase me
An ordinary to a poetic, shit is crazy
Damn