| I have nightmares lying in my bed | |
| you're acting tough like a skin result is Right Said Fred | |
| oh bombs on your head you're really better off dead | |
| looks like you just lost focus on the things we once had | |
| we were together at war, spitting mean shit on the battlefield | |
| now split up, split up, fighting as enemys | |
| you can't face your own talk | |
| look at me and fuck you | |
| bring it, get shit done | |
| we'll break it and get shit down | |
| never ever believe in your words again | |
| never ever trust in what you just said | |
| nuff said | |
| bombs on your head | |
| look at me and fuck you |