Tekster:
Iron Boots Weight Of The World

Got better stuff to do with your stime? Can't hand, don't bother, that's just fine, talk big, talk lie I don't give a shit, dont proving you wrong, I

Endless trap, can't take it back, vision's gone and you're life's off track, escape the pain it fucks your brain, it's worse than before, pressure builds

nothing left their world crashes down, it's time for us to take that stand, before their world crashes to an end, there's too much shit in this fucked up world

the world turn Daddy want a new six, ya heard Do tricks absurd, my little homie's too quick to learn Word, Daddy need bricks, my son need kicks Tim boots

eatin' T-bone steaks in palatial estates, ornate with gates that automate so those you hate could only spectate, I was kissing my mate through iron