Tekstovi: Unwritten Law. Hellborn.

High as a kite on a flight soarin through the night Droppin new shit from the fuckin mothership And I feel like the spine of a jellyfish God damn it makes me sick But I'm movin slowly, movin slowly Stoned and rolling Barely holding on And you want some yeah motherfuckers, come on I need some Well I'm a sucker Cause I'm still getting High as a star, as they are shining from afar So call your hot line See ya at the finish line Cause this mind has been warped and bent And this body has been used and spent moving slowly, movin slowly Stoned and rolling Barely holding on And you want some yeah motherfuckers, come on I need some Well I'm a sucker Come on Salvation, Creation From the mother fuckin master plantation Do you feel right Does it feel tight From the mother fuckin radio satellite I'm still getting high Come on now I'm still gettin high Oh yeah I'm still gettin High as the sun will rise into these red, singed eyes Can Cause I'm still getting High as the sun will rise into these red, singed eyes Can Cause I'm still getting high Come on now I'm still gettin high Oh lord yeah I'm still gettin Salvation, Creation From the mother fuckin master plantation Do you feel right Does it feel tight From the mother fuckin radio satellite Salvation, Creation From the mother fuckin master plantation Do you feel right Does it feel tight From the mother fuckin radio satellite I'm still getting high Come on yeah I'm still getting high Come on yeah I'm still getting high