Murdermile Testo

This ain't murdermile, that's just the way I smile.

You're like hot oil, got your roots down in a fire.

Spitting shit like a tire.

Got your foots down and your mind down,

to it's last little wire. Come on. Come on.
It's a train wreck. You got me on the wrong track honey.

It's a train wreck. You got me on the wrong track honey.

It's piling up one by one. It's piling up one by one.

You look bluer. Do you do or die.

But I ain't pull or push that pin in your side.

A body split in two doesn't know how to sleep.

A body split in two doesn't know how to sleep.

You're standing on your head while you're standing on your feet.

A body split in two doesn't know how to sleep.

It's a train wreck. You got me on the wrong track honey.
It's a train wreck. You got me on the wrong track honey.

It's piling up one by one. It's piling up one by one.