Live in Memphis， Pt. 1 - Mr. Dibbs

No one can tell me what to think of you You bring the power of merciful truth From your great heaven you curse and you spell You let people think that your home

Whenever I feel My blood squeezing through my veins It's like a disease There is something slowly flowing to my brain That's when I know God d**n I'm stoned aga

Don't forget to say your prayers Cause someone from above is watching you You gotta know what to do Saddened souls just go about Someday a savior will guide the

We try to break the speed of sound We're coming from underground heaven is taken for granted Never take no for an answer 'cause we know so much better Funny how