7 Words – Deftones
I’ll never be the same, breaking decency
Don’t be tree trunk, don’t fall on my living roots
I’ve been humming too many words, got a weak self esteem
That’s been stomped away from every single dream
But there’s something else that brought us feaze (best guess,means discontent)
Keep it all inside until we feel we can unleash
I think that you made it up, I think that your mind is gone
Should be glorified, now your wrong
S_ck(11x), (your f_cking money, get f_cking movin, big f_cking ape?)
S_ck(10x), (you pig, you b_tch)
You and me are here alone face flat along the edge of the glass
But I’m not here to preach, I’m just sick of (direction,the racial?)
My parents made me strong to lift up that glass
So why should I try, act like I’m a little pissed of
With all that sh_t that needs to stay back in the shelf
Because your f_ck ass made it up, your f_cking mind is gone
Shoud’ve never glorified, now your right
S_ck(12x)
S_ck(10x)
shut up you don’t know me, shut up you don’t know me
Squeal like a pig when you big f_ckin, big f_ckin, ape!!
Well I’ll tell you about my (ball scratch, false dad),
What’s coming back jack, Well (dirtbag, turnback)
Curse for in their words(for any words, four indian words)
Whether not your f_cking with (hurt)
I’m making no sense, what’s coming as I jump in ya(jubilla, jugrilla)
I think I’m (something,stomping) naughty or most anybody
So thinking of me by now but you go grab it
And I can’t think for who I am this sh_t
I belong where they be, ’cause we can not give back those lives
We exist to cease understand
That god hates blacks shades and all the players
Mr. P.I.G could I f_ckin see
Sure already done crushed my brothers dignity
And to the jury can’t be no turnerson my skin this color
Does that mean I’m burned
Cause your f_ck ass made it up, your f_ckin mind was gone
Should’ve never glorified, WRONG!!
S_ck!(12x)
S_ck!(10x)
