Top Floor, Bottom Floor Im climbing up them, tipy toe i must go sneaking through like a thief in disguise, twirling away from the crooked eye, tripple the score, time for war battle roast like a short goat. Nail to nail i hammer in words that got your mind blown no blood to shed after conversating to get you at ease but yet your temper is colder like a sharp knife gotta bring your dirty side to light. Keep outta sight for you be left with a permanent design a wound that couldnt be discribed, despite our differences your non existent and irrelevant. kicking it solo for a moment neverless pull up crew deeper then the sea dont mess with me we neither red or blue just A regular crew . Continue looking straight cause it aint shit this way.