Label - 18th Dye

We apply this sick principal on the statics

I'm now moving on you

You don't came

You done taken for real

And you can see why

Even tough in for good can be something bad at times

And you always sound as if you're cryin' when you come

Everything turned to a label

An A on you and a D on me

F**k me after dark or before

It's you really don't came for the fact that you don't move anymore

It's six months now and it hasn't move anything

Calling you high from the fly would be something too much somehow

And I'm still doubt it all and you don't care anyway