Testi:
Down For The Count Lucky Seven

tight pants, his ego's even tighter don't even think about the things he does when he's alone he's got the guitar, the faded notebook gotta write it down

s get at it. Salina in the headlights, snake eyes on the floor, Al drops another twenty, Pete heads for the door, Springer's feeling lucky, sits down for

Developed materialist presented for your listening pleasure Quadruple phynetic spitters in two by ten measures Profess my confession I longed for this profession presently here This art form ain't accessible For

it as seven times the weight But when it hurts too much Consider it but don't come to me for aid The lucky child The lucky child is learning fast Our

[Chorus] Listen to the tales of this Northern Cali killer Take it for what it's worth but recognize a blood spiller So far I've been lucky but enemies

back in yo Cadillac Let me jump in this shit like back to back Stay real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias

for the door Springer's feeling lucky, sits down for a spell Oklahoma City and he's lost his last bill Jeff is in a bind, waiting on sister Hicks Seven

as seven times the weight But when it hurts too much Consider it but don't come to me for aid The lucky child The lucky child is learning fast Our body

down the freeway As if I was on downers Followed off the exit ramp By a scene from close encounters Out of the van Walk a straight line Lost count of