We are the Fall Northern white crap that talks back We are not black. Tall. No boxes for us. Do not f**k us. We are frigid stars. We were spitting, we were snapping "Cop Out, Cop Out!" as if from heaven. Sucker X 9 No stars in the zone I stay at home I live on snacks Potatoes in packs I like to blow... I like to blow.... I like to blow Concentration zone The years go in circles, the years go in circles Hopes goes, I'm gone Smoke comes, i go A spurs fan, a warrior, happy no-hoper Dull, manage, I think slow. Sucker, blow.