Pythagorean Fearem کے بول

I took a ride in a smoking car I lost the keys and I don't need a spare I feel around for another soul I look around for a place to begin But ooh, I wont cut you out But when I open up, I only cough Ooh, I think I lost it again But you never know, know where I been You know my role Do I really have to sell my soul You know I will, because I have got to kill Its golden here, but as much I thought, I feel I think I lost it again I said go, bring me something else I said go, bring me something else You know my role Do I really have to sell my soul You know I will, because I have got to kill Its golden here, but as much I thought, I feel I think I lost it again