Mad Mallow - Lyrics - D. Gookin

When u hear the wings flap its already too late Your eyes will be plucked out in your past life All who try this stone-eyed highway Will end up trapped in their own god's backyard Full of misery Penthouse magazines Race towards the glowing eye We ride tonight Doing 85 in a 45 Leave the lights on to mix fire with the five Another victim, just a dry bone rat pile Ancient hand signs always lead to nothing Full of misery Penthouse magazines Race towards the eye We ride tonight