Swinging To Pieces (Explicit) - Trash Talk
Written by:Spencer Pol
Every time I start out I run into a wall
Pick up the pieces that fall to the floor
I see mortar I see brick
My fists are skin I long to see through it
So I swing and I swing and I swing and I know
Once I don't have the strength anymore
And I fall to the floor I'm in pieces
Pieces pieces pieces
So I swing and I swing
And I swing and I swing and I know
Once I don't have the strength anymore
And I fall to the floor I'm in pieces
Pieces pieces pieces