Lyrics Gloat - Syn Suitcase

Crack a bottle of wine, return to the classes with a tie
I'm grounded from this life, and tossed to the side
I got a hatred for drugs, I missed out on the tide
Maybe I lack a mom's hug
Maybe I lack a dad's hug and a couple tears to cry
Maybe that's good
Men don't cry I heard maybe it's a splendid look
I think different a bit, Mr. Suitcase stuck on the roof
He scared to hop off and risk breaking his legs a bit
He a pussy tisk tisk all he gonna be a crooked crook who's shook

Gold strapped to links can suck my dick, don't diss a goat
Keep in your place you got black balled in a click
And to the host
You best decide who you spend your time to devote
Satan or god I ain't saying but I'm just saying to cast a vote
Make it a wise a bit,
If you don't, you might just get some smoke
We'll see the next scam you gloat, and the next fan you control

Syn will now present his version
Of Ostavi Trag