Got fat coming off your spit It goes around and around and around Black shoes coming off the dirt Kick down, kick down, kick down
My woods, my road, it´s not enough to know you I´ve got my habits and I´ve got my time I´ve got my own, but not enough to show you Everybody has a season when you see them
This is what you want, what you wanted Desperate to sleep, but you stay up
My woods, my road, it´s not enough to know you I´ve got my habits and I´ve got my time I´ve got my own, but not enough to show you Everybody has a season when you see them