We got older, bolder, we got ours to condone
Ours to defend, bend, stone, ours to assimilate
We got high hopes for the night, colder in this town
We got high, tropes and we just might
Cold on the corner of
We want it all and we take that
Take that's ours to consume, use, indulge
Then we eat our own
Out in the cold air, out for your pay
Somewhere fakes yelling f*ck the place up
Out in the cold air
Out for your pay nowhere safe yelling
F*ck the place up
Taught in a Balaclava
Caught in a Balaclava
Either I'm real
Or a real Bitch in a Balaclava
12 box, hen made grenades
Gangs in bolt cutters and balaclavas
Los Huevos, they'll have us patched up
Tattoo young we're bait status
Cops can't touch me
Folks can't touch me
Blood and bone can't touch me
But your girl can touch me
That's fake me, with one earbud in on your street
We move hasty past idle cars, creep backyards
Jimmy with hinges, paint hedges, porch, lights and big business
Raised in hell, raid the shed, I walked in
Drag it out, claim a sled, I want it
Now we drink till we piss away life
Joyride till sunlight then torch it Onwatin lake
Out in the cold air
Out for your pay
Somewhere fakes yelling f*ck the place up
Out in the cold air
Out for your pay nowhere safe yelling f*ck the place up
Taught in a Balaclava
Caught in a Balaclava
Either I'm real
Or a real bitch in a Balaclava
I'd ride like dilettantes and pariahs
I nearly was and the prize a petty thought
I should keep you
I'd ride like dilettantes and pariahs
I nearly was and the prize a petty thought
Like a real man take what he want
Like a real man take what he see
Like a reel, man don't bother us
Like a willing lobotomy
Outta be me Bojangs
Frank and Joepete
Like brethren, we led them and led them on
Till our uses for you's just this noose and gone
30 below, we know, we know better inhale, exhale
Valley do what we know, we know
We know better in hell, exhale
I should leave you or
You betray me or
I could keep you, I should keep you way out
But you let me in, let me in
Made me feel more like a made man
I could pull you, I should pull you off fast
But I had to try, I let you try
To drag me out under a bus just as quick
I never needed to change myself
I never needed to change
I needed to change you
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We got older, bolder, we got ours to condone
Ours to defend, bend, stone, ours to assimilate
We got high hopes for the night, colder in this town
We got high, tropes and we just might
Cold on the corner of
We want it all and we take that
Take that's ours to consume, use, indulge
Then we eat our own
Out in the cold air, out for your pay
Somewhere fakes yelling f*ck the place up
Out in the cold air
Out for your pay nowhere safe yelling
F*ck the place up
Taught in a Balaclava
Caught in a Balaclava
Either I'm real
Or a real Bitch in a Balaclava
12 box, hen made grenades
Gangs in bolt cutters and balaclavas
Los Huevos, they'll have us patched up
Tattoo young we're bait status
Cops can't touch me
Folks can't touch me
Blood and bone can't touch me
But your girl can touch me
That's fake me, with one earbud in on your street
We move hasty past idle cars, creep backyards
Jimmy with hinges, paint hedges, porch, lights and big business
Raised in hell, raid the shed, I walked in
Drag it out, claim a sled, I want it
Now we drink till we piss away life
Joyride till sunlight then torch it Onwatin lake
Out in the cold air
Out for your pay
Somewhere fakes yelling f*ck the place up
Out in the cold air
Out for your pay nowhere safe yelling f*ck the place up
Taught in a Balaclava
Caught in a Balaclava
Either I'm real
Or a real bitch in a Balaclava
I'd ride like dilettantes and pariahs
I nearly was and the prize a petty thought
I should keep you
I'd ride like dilettantes and pariahs
I nearly was and the prize a petty thought
Like a real man take what he want
Like a real man take what he see
Like a reel, man don't bother us
Like a willing lobotomy
Outta be me Bojangs
Frank and Joepete
Like brethren, we led them and led them on
Till our uses for you's just this noose and gone
30 below, we know, we know better inhale, exhale
Valley do what we know, we know
We know better in hell, exhale
I should leave you or
You betray me or
I could keep you, I should keep you way out
But you let me in, let me in
Made me feel more like a made man
I could pull you, I should pull you off fast
But I had to try, I let you try
To drag me out under a bus just as quick
I never needed to change myself
I never needed to change
I needed to change you
Ours to defend, bend, stone, ours to assimilate
We got high hopes for the night, colder in this town
We got high, tropes and we just might
Cold on the corner of
We want it all and we take that
Take that's ours to consume, use, indulge
Then we eat our own
Out in the cold air, out for your pay
Somewhere fakes yelling f*ck the place up
Out in the cold air
Out for your pay nowhere safe yelling
F*ck the place up
Taught in a Balaclava
Caught in a Balaclava
Either I'm real
Or a real Bitch in a Balaclava
12 box, hen made grenades
Gangs in bolt cutters and balaclavas
Los Huevos, they'll have us patched up
Tattoo young we're bait status
Cops can't touch me
Folks can't touch me
Blood and bone can't touch me
But your girl can touch me
That's fake me, with one earbud in on your street
We move hasty past idle cars, creep backyards
Jimmy with hinges, paint hedges, porch, lights and big business
Raised in hell, raid the shed, I walked in
Drag it out, claim a sled, I want it
Now we drink till we piss away life
Joyride till sunlight then torch it Onwatin lake
Out in the cold air
Out for your pay
Somewhere fakes yelling f*ck the place up
Out in the cold air
Out for your pay nowhere safe yelling f*ck the place up
Taught in a Balaclava
Caught in a Balaclava
Either I'm real
Or a real bitch in a Balaclava
I'd ride like dilettantes and pariahs
I nearly was and the prize a petty thought
I should keep you
I'd ride like dilettantes and pariahs
I nearly was and the prize a petty thought
Like a real man take what he want
Like a real man take what he see
Like a reel, man don't bother us
Like a willing lobotomy
Outta be me Bojangs
Frank and Joepete
Like brethren, we led them and led them on
Till our uses for you's just this noose and gone
30 below, we know, we know better inhale, exhale
Valley do what we know, we know
We know better in hell, exhale
I should leave you or
You betray me or
I could keep you, I should keep you way out
But you let me in, let me in
Made me feel more like a made man
I could pull you, I should pull you off fast
But I had to try, I let you try
To drag me out under a bus just as quick
I never needed to change myself
I never needed to change
I needed to change you
Writer: Eric Miron
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