Le meilleur de la musique en parole !

[Verse]
You're in the yard and you're standing by your train,
And there's nothing fucking rideable, its driving you
insane.
And there's puddle water in the needle in my vein
As its coursing through my blood, and its mixed with cheap
cocaine.

[Chorus]
Because the tracks up my arm led to the tricks up my
sleeve,
And left me broke and fucking hungry, now I'm living on the
street.
Well, the tracks of my arm led to the tricks up my sleeve,
And left me broke and fucking hungry, now I need a bite to
eat.

[Verse]
Gonna take a trip when we get to Montreal,
It was a cold and windy ride with my woman and my dogs,
Then we drink all day as we party through the night,
But now I'm blacking out on liquor and I'm looking for a
fight.

[Verse]
Going to take a trip now, I'm sipping on some wine,
And I'm lighting up a joint, that's how we roll and have a
time.
We got a pack of dogs and some shitty tattoos,
Sewing patches on our cloths, with a mouth full of booze.

[Chorus]
'Cause the tracks up my arm led to the tricks up my sleeve,
And left me broke and fucking hungry, now I'm living on the
street.
Well, the tracks of my arm led to the tricks up my sleeve,
And left me broke and fucking hungry, now I need a bite to
eat.