Brooklyn Gamma - Boots

It ain't as good as it gets

If you got holes all over your chest

My best day's your worst day

Worst day is my best phrase

That's just what I get

Rub squeezin' my neck

The things I forget

Lost in my hotel room motionless we back see

That's what we get

Flies licking my face

I'm about to close off on this race

Break ground start again

Break ground start again

Get we can get

Poison on my plate

I'm loving all the same

There's hands on my wrist

In the form of a fist in the form of a kiss

Light up the sky

Showing off your bag

Showing off when you're dead

Cut open the clone

You were wearing all my clothes

Well that's just what I get

It ain't as good as it gets

If you got holes all over your head

When the on my table when the in my rearview

Into on my hand the form of a fist

At least I'm home

For the lucky ones

Until I do

At least I'm home

For the lucky ones

Until I do

Light up the sky

You light up the sky

Light up the sky

Light up the sky

Light up the sky

Light up the sky

Light up the sky

Light up the sky

Light up the sky

At least I'm home

For the lucky ones

Light up the sky

Light up the sky

For the lucky ones