Dirt کے بول

I like throwing rocks at people I don't like Starting fights and smelling like something died I'm alive, but I have my doubts Choke while breathing, can't wait to get out I'll get out of here someday I gotta shower, get a job, but I say that everyday I'll say it till doomsday, I'll see you all in hell anyway In reality, there's no place I'd rather be Ramshackle streets Maybe I'm passed out, maybe I'm dead, who cares? Fuck waiting inside, watch my soul rot in real time I'll free you while I can, till we're dirt in the end In reality, there's no place I'd rather be Ramshackle streets May we strike gold, maybe die rich and old Fuck waiting inside, I'll watch my soul rot in real time We'll free you while we can, till we're dirt in the end