COLD TEARS SLOWED + REVERB E

Here I go again in the wind with my Jet pack. Clock on my feet as I slip Closer to the ground. Fuck a tribe, yo I Dug it down into the forest, get down. That ain't a gun, nothing but some paper mornings. Why you telling me about your motherfucking Problems? My second thought that it's going worse Every morning. Knowing I might hit a pass and I'm passing on the people. Just giving up smoke As shake and I feel the rhythm. Here go again in wind with my feet as I slip closer to ground. Fuck a tribe, yo I dug it down the Forest, get down. I'm that ain't a gun, nothing But some paper mornings. Why you telling me about Your motherfucking problems? My second thought that it's worse morning. Knowing I might a pass and I'm passing on The people. Just giving up smoke as I shake And I feel the Rhythm.