The FOG Songtext
von wstdyth

Undercover jeans with the fringe
Always keep a maté in my fridge
Scrying in a mirror, catch a glimpse
Yeah, full moon shining make me shift
I said some stupid shit, but shit, it got me here
I don′t rock fear of god, I got none to fear
Fire in my jaw, smoke coming out my ears
Horses in the car, smoke coming out the rear
Meltwater pulse on the horizon
I think I've seen a prophecy I think it′s time man


Pearls on me, pull me out the sea I'm getting fried man
I been lonely lately, I'm still feeling fine
Rocking undercover jeans with the fringe (Yeah)
Elven king, I split a P into some zips
Magic ring, I keep my precious on my hip
Diving in the deep end for a dip
I just spent a weekend in the city
Making money, making beats, on my feet, cooked rickies
Punching in like may weather money I′m a big spender
Dance until I change the weather but I′m still rocking the down feathers