Testi:
Passion Pit Better Things

like that] [Freddie Foxxx] [Let me tell you] [Verse One] I be all in you like you disrespected space in my lyric zone I'm like a pit, with a leg in his

so y'all can proceed to move [Rah Digga:] Uh-uh the ruggedest thing as far as chics go Watch nigga grow away faster than a pit bull I tell them all they

bourbon, lurkin around I'm seein all kinda broads, from outta town Uhh, top hots, tycoons, big cheeses Plus the perpetual jahahnjawel priestess Homies and lurkers and things

transmits from the bottomless pit I compound to irrigate my garden, keep it freshly lit Like a torch in the Olympics make it the first thing you spy The

takeout boy ya better look out I work ya like a cook-out. So get the flavor the original Mr. Funky (?) and you watch me do my thing. Because I hit ya

where we headed? everything is everything. and I am given a push, I issue forth my blood ritual livin here on earth as an individual first it gets better

The last thing that old Lucky said Was come now Daniel, a closed mouth don't get fed The last thing that old lucky did Was old lucky looked out for this

, why they've got to learn, if they don't things won't get any better Listenin' to God burn objects of animal animating in a still life picture of the La Brea tar pit

known Although more's shown more counties consider it's own It's a rich and poor thing where the poor be ridin' If you rich and you picky you better be