MTT 420 RR
It was February
I was cold and I was high
It was February
I was cold and I was high
He looked up
He lost control
He was degloved
He was jelly roll
It was February
I was cold and I was high
He wanted love, he wanted soul
He wanted soul
There's not enough
To make him whole
It was February
I was cold, and I was high
The swell of heaven on my dashboard
I can see my spinal cord rip high
Hey, hey, hey
It's raining glass like a fever storm
Every promise I have sworn tonight
Hey, hey, hey
The swell of heaven on my dashboard
I can see my spinal cord swing high
High
It's raining glass like a fever storm
Every promise I have sworn tonight
It was February
I was cold and I was high
High, high, high
It was February
I was cold and I was
For the storm
Are you ready for?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for?
Are you ready for the storm?
