Pythagorean Fearem
Jordan Gatesmith
I took a ride in a smoking car
I lost the keys and I don't need a spare
I feel around for another soul
I look around for a place to begin
But ooh, I wont cut you out
But when I open up, I only cough
Ooh, I think I lost it again
But you never know, know where I been
You know my role
Do I really have to sell my soul
You know I will, because I have got to kill
Its golden here, but as much I thought, I feel
I think I lost it again
I said go, bring me something else
I said go, bring me something else
You know my role
Do I really have to sell my soul
You know I will, because I have got to kill
Its golden here, but as much I thought, I feel
I think I lost it again
