Bass Drum of Death
Bass Drum of Death
Bass Drum of Death
Bass Drum of Death
Bass Drum of Death
Bass Drum of Death
Bass Drum of Death
Bass Drum of Death
Bass Drum of Death
Bass Drum of Death
Bass Drum of Death
I still pass out into the breeze, I'm so high that I cannot sleep. Call it crashin, I have no shame where I can feel no pain. All the words that beside my feet. I hit the ghost and take the lean. And then I saw them to the right. Yeah wrappin what they think all right
I've been waiting for so long, just to get you on the phone. I hope you're here before it's too late, it's too late, oh
I hit the floor and canister, the talk is cheap and it will not win. I know the curse inside my head. No one will find me until I'm dead. Don't wanna wake up until the sun. Because I will, I have not. Not retarded at being on time. How will learn the steel of gats
I've been waiting for so long, just to get you on the phone. I hope you're here before it's too late, it's too late, oh. (x3)