Tekstovi: Fatter Than Albert. The Last Minute. 27s Part 1.

There's a roach on the wall by the door where i pace
Done hitting the lines off of Ray Charle's face
The last of the numbers are sweating out of my pours
Momentums pushed my feet out from under me
I stare out the window while everyone sleeps
Like last night the last time we pardoned our self-control
I can kick a habit
Like she'll kick me to the curb
And i'll forget the message
When she forgets the words
I'm out of my mind, can't live this life
If i can't kick this habit
If i can't kick this habit
I'm out of my mind
Can't live this life, can you help me find a reason?
The last thing she said right before she left
The last thing she said right before she left
We can't make this better.
Just go.
We'll always be fighting and fighting and fighting and fighting
(in spirals)
Mix highball with glass walss guilt with low-bars and dropped calls
Where did you sleep last night? She'll push a pen across a paper
Trying to come up with reasons why She'll push a pen across a paper
Until she comes up with something like?