Pulse Lyrics - Archive

Yea help, in this junk 

Im drowning, drownin' 

How long till I sell 

My mothers? 

So I become important to you 

In this junk 

Drownin' 

How long till I sell 

My mothers? 

Must I tolerate your shit? 

Dwell in your shallow pit 

Now they thought police 

Are following me everywhere 

Eyes are always on our children 

Run run run 

Run run run 

Run run run 

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