wet work outro

A dark horse no net worth these curse words the wet work When death smirks, i don't make music for hoteps in sweatshirts The street wear I don't care Whe sweat shops for pop ups Ya'll really gotta stop it, ya'll sockets, you not plugs You input, you get fucked, what luck Ya'll really out here in uniform That's why ya'll stay in line ups I look like i work in a gallery Like I make a salary But I be the main one slanging Doin crimes against gravity I'm high flying brain On these pills man Blood running lava hot Like "chill, man" Never been to that shining city On the hill man Still, man...