NITE TXRRORS

Tell Me What You Know About, Tell Me What You Know About Tell Me What You Know About, Tell Me What You Know About Tell Me What You Know About, Tell Me What You Know About Tell Me What You Know About, Tell Me What You Know About Tell me what you know bout dreams, bout night terrors All night yea I'm up and I'm cold sweating Dropping tears on my shoes, yea my nice leather Everything that I seen just might scare ya Don't test me I'm a score setter With a Muthafuckin attitude like the weather Straight foolish, act like ion know no better Got me dressed all black oh well whatever Bad attitude, drink till I'm outta booze Nothin but sad news on the channel blues That's why I cop a bag of shrooms for the sadder noons It's days I don't even wanna go on without you Tortured by reality tormented by mortality Mentality so casually practically Giving less fucks than a chick that was named chastity Actually Grey goosin' at the center of gravity, audacity insanity no strategy plan b, c, or d, Asking why is you mad at me, tragedy travesty agony casualties all over the galaxy Don't know you, you not no kin to me, Don't know who my friends who my enemies Don't know you, you not no kin to me, Don't know who my friends who my enemies Predestined imperfections manifested with progression, it's refreshing you suggesting That you testing, Best invest in some protection, allegedly the pedigree of plenty, yet misread by many, Would you please pass the henny, Would you please pass the henny Tell me what you know bout dreams, bout night terrors All night yea I'm up and I'm cold sweating Dropping tears on my shoes, yea my nice leather Everything that I seen just might scare ya Don't test me I'm a score setter With a Muthafuckin attitude like the weather Straight foolish, act like ion know no better Got me dressed all black oh well whatever Right behind you, suicide you, Hoe I spite you, on ya mind too Ain't worried bout what you might do, drop ya pride fool on ya life dude Freed ya mind now ya upset, wonder why you so pressed F*ck a rifle f*ck a set, from vinyl to cassette Pay the fine time to collect, catch a right fool or get left (get left) Bad attitude, drink till I'm outta booze Nothin but sad news on the channel blues That's why I cop a bag of shrooms for the sadder noons It's days I don't even wanna go on without you Playin' Russian Roulette in my dreams and I can't win but I can't lose nor can I let you choose how I move (choose how I move)