Black tales
Black this
Black queers
Black dears
For a robbery
Dead beat
Dead heat
Dead creep
Dead beat
The guys you like to meet
(Chorus)
Your style is always an erosion
Your style is always in ruin
Your face is always in the mirror, yeah
(Want your word, but you've got to need it
But you got, but you can't believe it
Got the wheels, yet you can't retrieve it
Blow a candle, but I feel it)
(Want your word, but you've got to need it
But you got, but you can't believe it
Got the wheels, yet you can't retrieve it
Blow a candle, but I feel it)
Detonate
Detonate
Back chat
Back in
Back out
Back down, back down to the ground
Too slow, to grow
it's fate to hate you have got to...
Detonate
Detonate
Detonate
Detonate
(Chorus x2)
Too slow, to grow
it's fate to hate you have got to...
Detonate
Detonate
Detonate
Detonate
Want your word, but you've got to need it
But you got, but you can't believe it
Got the wheels, yet you can't retrieve it
Blow a candle, but I feel it
Want your word, but you've got to need it
But you got, but you can't believe it
Got the wheels, yet you can't retrieve it
Blow a candle, but I feel it
Detonate
Detonate
Detonate
Detonate
Detonate
Detonate
Detonate