Le con from Dead Slow by Heavy Moss

How come I’ve been born
So blessed to be alive
Why don’t I offload
I’m maxed
Maxed alone

My god seemed so true
Can’t find something new
My legs, legs are done
My head is behind me

Oh man, here we go
Short stuff, he won’t know
He’ll find out
Short stuff is taking control

My legs, surely found
My head is behind me
Calling, calling one
On the state of harmony

My god: heads on the fire
Short changed, should you retire
Am i alone: heads on the fire
And I’m still in a line

Oh man, he’s taken control
Short stuff and i don’t know
And how i find, he will find, what i found
Short stuff: he’s outta control

My god, seems so true
Can’t find something new
my legs, legs are done
my head is behind me

My god: heads on the fire
Short changed, should you retire?
Am I alone: head-on the fire
Am I still in the line?

Le con, stopped my mind
Le con, they can fry
Le con, stopped my mind
Le con

My god: heads on the fire
Short changed, should you retire?
Am I alone: head-on the fire
Am I still in the line?

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