Из альбома: Crimson Cord
How you feeling?
It's the blood of my ancestors resting in my chest, bro
And I was so great,
Yeah, 'cause I remember karaoke mics,
Pointed at the speaker
Bum bum, play the track
CD skipped, wash the rap
Open mics, nights sided by ghetto
But I hope you gon' get home
Better careful with your words,
Birthplace, earthquake
Hometown goes down [...]
I got a feeling I can't describe
I see this place when I close my eyes
Wake me up if we ever around
And tell me how did we?
How did we get here?
Tell me how did we?
How did we get here?!
Tell me how did we?
How did we get here?!
Tell me how did we?
How did we get here?!
Tell me!