Lirieke:
Senses Fail Four Years

bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River And we have four people parking

thats rotten niggas on the block still screamin' and plottin' Wonderin' if my squad gon stop bubblin' But we not cuz we all still shinin' You average, We floss four

with reality, I'll help you get a grasp of it Success breeds change, but so does a lack of it The homie's sending out subliminals, Since you a failed rapper, failed criminal, four

the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River And we have four people