Going Down Songtext
von The Provenance

I speak of truth of facts and real things
I pretend that I know my surroundings
I teach the lies, preach them skillfully
I seem right but don′t live accordingly
If someone should have figured me out
Ran a scan and pulled my pants
I surely hope this someone chokes on all
And everything that I provide


Let down
One too many times
Stabbed at
One too many times
Put down
One too many times
Laughed at
One too many times

If someone should have figured me out
Ran a scan and pulled my pants
I surely hope this someone chokes on all
And everything that I provide

Went down
One too many times
Hard on
One too many times

I swear I didn't mean for them to die
They just collapsed between my thighs
How am I to be blamed for being hard?
Surely it′s a fact you can't discard