The vocals start here. where i'm gonna go tonight, isn't up to me anymore. and where i'm gonna be tomorrow isn't up to me anymore.
Eight legs down, two wet mouths.
Where i need to go tonight, isn't up to me anymore. and where i need to run tomorrow, isn't up to me anymore.
Eight legs down, two wet mouths.
Left not to give up, fucked up to fix up, things look good today. rough streets in tampa, which roads to go down, unselfish roads roll out today.
Eight legs down, two wet mouths.
Clever protocols, we ratify these rules that we follow now, never have to run in the dark again.
