Tekster:
Three Feet Cats Not Much Whatever

Under a bridge you sit alone Waiting for that empty mind The noise it drives through your head Like a sound wave from the core Under a bridge you sit

no silence ever. The cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not

, when I start a bunch of shit I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet 'Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheep

can feel brother, slash cats that no clever I'm undercover like double-o, wit trouble y'all Be whatever-whatever, I'm nice wit it all Whatever you yak

jack frost And I'm thinking no way, a Christian walk no dayz I'm too smart, too much to lose, seeking my own gain I had a good plan but not a God plan