Texty:
Refused Bottom

Inch by inch we're loosing only more and more Will we judge ourselves before we've lost it all? Underrated statement in time passed by We wouldn't recognize

Inch by inch we're loosing only more and more will we judge ourselves before we've lost it all underrated statement in time passed by we wouldn't recognize

Verse 1 [Maino]: Listen Really what do you see When you looking at me? See me come up from nothing, To me living my dreams I done been to the bottom,

a fan of 'em all But the fact still remains - that I won't 'Cause we tryna create our own lane I swear to God that I will never change I refuse to

among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree tops Eavesdrop; and hear the incline of sunshine, nine Stones in orbit, refuse

my eye, refusing to die Visions of Hell tormented my face So I chewed my fucking arm off and made an escape Oh no, me mataron mi amigo, hijo de la gran

it don't matter when you come Really don't matter where you're from Won't matter where you run Flesh breakin' 'em down, hittin' them up Bottom line

long Road to bear Get alone, lonesome bulldog Get alone, over there, Get alone, lonesome bulldog In spring. Well, Mahatma Ghandi was a little spindly bottom

person, I'm certain it's curtains It ain't nuttin' like hip-hop music You like it 'cause you choose it Most DJ's won't refuse it A lot of sucker MC'