come, that heavy love You're never going to move it alone No, I don't want to play It's a shell game, it's a shell game Distorted sounds on oscilloscopes
it come, that heavy love You're never gonna move it alone No, I don't wanna play It's a shell game, it's a shell game Distorted sounds on oscilloscopes
, that heavy love You're never going to move it alone No, I don't want to play It's a shell game, it's a shell game Distorted sounds on oscilloscopes
like a horse in a cell Bumpin' this hell toward the rail like a sorcerer's spell 7L holds cream like a tortoise's shell ya organs will swell, click and
accomplished nothing and now it's to late, you chose wich game to play and now it's game over. [Chorus] Your mind is divided and you have lost your shell
me On my knees The fear has got me [Monoxide] Eyes open but I dont remember much I try to focus but the light is bright as fuck I go to sit up but Im
verbalizer It's time, Iriscience with The Herbaliser A light this bright might burn through your visor I know you want to squint, but, open your eyes
the game, solo artist by name Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame Passionate bright colors, the number one Soul Brother All eyes on us, guard
I inject a deadly poison that sucks calcium out your teeth Dryin out your bones, killin the fake - indentity [Spaceboy Boogie X] I, come! out of my shell
and corner stores Huggin' gold chains of fantasies rushing the door Niggars from Rochdale, poppin? shells snatching rings Fly from sure kings from queens press the one-eighteen I have my eyes
yellin fuck old timers Chorus: raekwon It's called game, game get ya life kilt, game recognize Write wills, game slight chills things stay the same Game
has got me On my knees The fear has got me [Monoxide] Eyes open but I don't remember much I try to focus but the light is bright as fuck I go to sit
nothing and now it's to late, you chose wich game to play and now it's game over. [Chorus] Your mind is divided and you have lost your shell, you soul
Huggin' gold chains of fantasies rushing the door Niggers from Rochdale, poppin' shells snatching rings Fly from sure kings from Queens press the one-eighteen I have my eyes
