Red plans followed by shadows Middle fingers curled back in shaking fists In Petersburg the death is still living In Petersburg their stories moulding myths: This must be hell
10 birdz and a gun and even if I get caught they only know my name I ain't tellin no shit, cause I be loyal to this game Chours x2 I went to ten fuckin
now live in a world of little or no love. Hate surrounds me. Sally I'm so still and I'm glad that you found me. Sally Sally Sally Sally Ahhh.
