Make it all go to hell, well
I don't need to hear the song
Just need to know it still exists
Underneath the lifelong chillout
I won't downplay the Ventolin of a proper gaze
Revenge: he kills him
Revenge
He dreams this
Nothing goes to good
This time I'm right
And I am bigger
I am bigger than you
And you, you are wrong and small
You had the high hand
I gave so much - So much for that
Make it all go to hell, well
Whizzing from contraband to hazy days
There's not much along the way
A settlement every few kilos
You stuck to your regiment
So serendipitously
But it caused something else
It's these side effects printed smallest
I won't downplay the Ventolin of a proper gaze
Revenge: he kills him
Revenge
He kills this
Nothing goes to good
This time I'm right
And I am bigger
I am bigger than you
And you, you are wrong and small
You had the high hand
I gave so much - So much for that
So much - So much for that
Make it all go to hell, well