Letras:
The Berlin Project In Your Head

But I should have know you better, when you chose your poison over your friends' lives. All this time you think you're right, it's in your head, it's in your head

Cyanide made your piss smell like fluoride Heavy stride, see it from the outside, archive five, smoke blunts hard Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour Stand tall like the Berlin

else around you, including the parts of your face, that fascinate me, now crushed to dust, and blown straight through the back of your head. There's something about you, that leaves you always on your

ass stuck, hungry starvin in the middle of no fuckin where I swear cut off your privlage like welfare Section 8, Smoke-A-Lot'll stay placed in Berlin

you stroll Lease a finance, one chance, be my CD entity Your energy is too low to bite my slug You get drug behind bars and death is stoled on Your code