ButterFingers - Nicc O' Tynne
Black days as the sun burns out
Rubber shoes walking in the sun
Forgone such alibi
In the papers some empty minds
Waiting for the day
Till the day i'm o.k.
Don't damn me
I say
Wake up
When i smell nicc o' tynne
You pay
I lie
You pray
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