歌詞
The case was made with good intentions
But soon brought out my excesses
They were wrong to say that
The tame are on the prowl
I'm wishing well on those without
I'm breath filling lungs
I am dying to bring us enough
Green of fields, seedless black
The two ends meet, cul-de-sac
They were wrong to say that
The tame are on the prowl
I'm wishing well on those without
I'm breath filling lungs
I am dying to bring us enough
The case was made with good intentions
But soon brought out my excesses
They were wrong to say that
The tame are on the prowl
I'm wishing well on those without
I'm breath filling lungs
I am dying to bring us enough
Written by: MOLTER CHAD ROBERT, OCAMPO DEVIN SCOTT
