Fame Throwa

Fame Throwa pa*s out the gold The diamond watch, the last reward All the things we had before You sold us out and took it all Head-borne cries from zenith sluts Astral rites from dead end ruts These ends are sick end wars These ends was sick end wars It's one of our nation's spies It's one of our first recruits I click with her leather thighs It's one of our first recruits How can you know In the distance lies a grower Nee Rudolph King of Fame Throwa Son of groupie, red-worn s*xan His cash convincing us That the desert was a star scape And took our lives for a Satellite so we could cry It's one of our nation's spies It's one of our first recruits I click with her leather thighs It's one of our first recruits