Catch 22
Текст песни Keasbey Nights

It was the summer of '95 (so what?!), in the backyard, shaving
the old plies. Feeling so strong, something went wrong. Straight
into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long. I still remember
that day, like the day that i said that i swear, "I'll never
hurt myself again", but it seems that I'm deemed to be wrong,
to be wrong. So I've got to keep holding on... they always played
a slow song. When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk,
with a gun in my hand, wearing a bullet proof vest.. Singing
"my, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going
to die by the end of the night." I still remember when we were
young and fragile then. No one gave a shit about us because times
were tougher then. Feeling so good, cruising the hood; straight
into the real world, rich kids never understood. But I don't
care. I can fade away to anywhere. Don't stop because you might
get dropped and if you do who's going to pick you up. Well I
won't... They always played a slow song.