>>145585
Porsche headlights, midnight, feel like a golden god
Porsche headlights come out the center like a glowing frog
Load it up, golden cup with Jesus' blood, I've seen it all
Ten years, blood, sweat and love, still standing tall
Switch stance on the edge of a knife
Put it in my chest, take what's inside
Black beamer Benz, guess who's inside?
What's your life like? Mine's a crazy ride
I'm ugly on the inside, I'm on a thin line
I'm in a bad place, my head is deep-fried
I'm in a deep swamp and as I sink down
I start to think, like, maybe I should fight
But it feels heartless, my heart is ice-crushed
Gone on the night bus, before the gold rush
Brush off the white dust, they can't deny us?
We are the new gods, with black AmEx cards
Who can deny us? Show the gates to you
You can never find us
Get the shit, throw it away, it don't mean nothing anyway