Из альбома: Master of Styles
A fight, an act of aggression a release of anger.
An elevated level of testosterone made me lose my temper.
Something strange â a change, a chemical reaction begins to occur.
Trying my best to keep the birds in the nest and suppress this powerful urge.
Yo â I can't believe I'm in a fight.
I don't know what's come over me â not to be trusted after tonight.
It has to be impossible to reason with Crystal Meth.
A fucked up attitude and no apparent fear of death.
But of course it's a no win situation â they took me to jail.
Sorry I can't hang around â cause the boys come and spring me out on bail.
Yo â I can't believe I'm in a fight.
I don't know what's come over me â not to be trusted after tonight.
But of course it's a no win situation â they took em to jail.
Sorry I can't hang around cause the boys come and spring me out on bail.
Police steady askin' â Who did the bustin'? Police steady askin' â Who did the bustin'? Police steady askin' â Who did the fucking bustin'?
Sorry, y'all cause we didn't even get to play in the show.
The entertainment was out on the pavement â Do-si-Do!
Farewell San Luis, maybe we'll see you next time.
We'll get to hang with you, the beloved Blue and the crystal Meth head swine.
Yo â I can't believe I'm in a fight.
I don't know what's come over me â not to be trusted after tonight.