Testo di 3 (feat. Elias Rønnenfelt)

Ride along, let it off Need head and love, shading (yeah) I was strong, sinking those teeth I know not aiding Pour me love right down They're working me like a violin To dial in the rounds I'm sincerely not bailing Money got bad, worth a mention Feelings gone bad out a thousand feet I've been locked down running errands Wouldn't get by for a table or seat Force-fed lesson Kicking bricks around the goddamn room Always walk slowly, I do not appreciate them energetic fumes Who walks in triumph? Who prayers just so careless?