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Pass that shitHold on man park the carI have no idea where we areThink we may have drove too farYeah I can see they're right behind usBut there's nothing we can doWe can't get caught slipping get off that shit and just be cool ... oooohThey're on to us but don't look nowThey think they're bout to take us downFuck that I'm not going outAt the next corner turn leftIts time to handle thisI know where to go don't tripHave no time for that pussy shitIn a minute it'll all be finishedWhat you don't think I speak the truthYou think I could just be sitting hereListening to Sonic Youth?Anyway when they try to rideOn you thinking I'm goneI'll creep up on them from behindAnd break them off one by oneLetras de cancionesAnd in the time it takes you to blink your eyesShit'll already be doneBut just in case anything goes wrongKeep your right hand on your ... oohhSo when they step up out the carYeah I know this sounds bizarreBut now I remember where we areDo what I say and you'll be fine .. oohhTo the left of the off ramp, in the shadeUnder the highway, digging gravesBlood creepin while you're sleepinSteady creepin, blood creepinShake the bottle, whats it holdHow many have I already soldHope not too much, cuz I feel insaneNeed more than one to numb the painSlithering through my brainThoughts stuck on that trainOff the track and up in flamesFuck it I'll swallow these blue onesYeah and maybe this big oneAnd I may as well take a few more with meJust in case I get some ... oohhNever know if they're gonna want someOh you want one? Yeah no problemGot that covered tramp, I brought 'em ... ooohHow it creeps up on me so slowlyI don't notice my eyes rollingTo the back of my head and fallingShit, somebody's callingCan't answer the phoneCall them back when I'm 'bout to leaveCan't think straight man I'm so fucking blown... ooohhSo when they step up out the carYeah I know this sounds bizarreBut now I remember where we areDo what I say and you'll be fine .. oohhTo the left of the off ramp, in the shadeUnder the highway, digging gravesBlood creepin while you're sleepinSteady creepin, blood creepinDown the alleys in the middle of the nightI'm trashed, so high its hard to ride my bikeMight crash, whenever I'm this fucked upDrunken monkey through the cutsWho gives a fuckSo when they step up out the carYeah I know this sounds bizarreBut now I remember where we areDo what I say and you'll be fine .. oohhTo the left of the off ramp, in the shadeUnder the highway, digging gravesBlood creepin while you're sleepinSteady creepin, blood creepin From Letras Mania