Came here looking for something I cannot find to save my mind
A Dracula X with intact spine
No one said an ounce of this is worth an ounce of blood and piss
He's only holding out for more
Hreaking out of Wily's lab is worth an ounce of blood and scabs
And holding out for the old young guns
Geflected in the canopy
Smeg-heads becoming fleas
Deep inside the atmosphere
All is coming clear to me
Sympathy just means more dope and it's so good today that I don't need your hope
Vermin fiends are at the gates decrypting through the carbonate
Grey metal pouring through vermin blood
Suffocate in human waste
Endocrine dissolved bit rate
Matter how much you pay
How much shit that you take
Walk the streets of this field
Won't say shit to my face
Say that shit to my face
Infinity Engine - The Streets of This Field Lyrics
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Came here looking for something I cannot find to save my mind
A Dracula X with intact spine
No one said an ounce of this is worth an ounce of blood and piss
He's only holding out for more
Hreaking out of Wily's lab is worth an ounce of blood and scabs
And holding out for the old young guns
Geflected in the canopy
Smeg-heads becoming fleas
Deep inside the atmosphere
All is coming clear to me
Sympathy just means more dope and it's so good today that I don't need your hope
Vermin fiends are at the gates decrypting through the carbonate
Grey metal pouring through vermin blood
Suffocate in human waste
Endocrine dissolved bit rate
Matter how much you pay
How much shit that you take
Walk the streets of this field
Won't say shit to my face
Say that shit to my face
A Dracula X with intact spine
No one said an ounce of this is worth an ounce of blood and piss
He's only holding out for more
Hreaking out of Wily's lab is worth an ounce of blood and scabs
And holding out for the old young guns
Geflected in the canopy
Smeg-heads becoming fleas
Deep inside the atmosphere
All is coming clear to me
Sympathy just means more dope and it's so good today that I don't need your hope
Vermin fiends are at the gates decrypting through the carbonate
Grey metal pouring through vermin blood
Suffocate in human waste
Endocrine dissolved bit rate
Matter how much you pay
How much shit that you take
Walk the streets of this field
Won't say shit to my face
Say that shit to my face
Writer: Eric Brown
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid