Clams Casino - 60 Seconds (I Minute) lyrics

[Verse 1][GodMind] I give them cold feet When they around me they don't know how to act which act is it molly or brownies? I guess there ain't no excuse to do stupid sh** But I ain't wait for halloween to dress up as a lunatic What's a chain with a broken link A friendship if the ship'll sink Egos too big, gotta put them back in check, gotta clip wings Get my respect, what do you think The spotlight not big enough to share Sharing is caring? well i guess i don't care Every man for himself, survival i am my idol rivals get shipped processed, and recycled Bodies kept clean like old school vinyls Rifle up the p**y then warrant a revival Its all you can eat some of them even bridal Vile enough to make the bible suicidal Back to the topic, cause sh** get chaotic Losing my mind but did this sh** in logic Telling me my murderous side, psychologic Sike i lied b**h, fetch me a gin and tonic Breaking down my breakdown down to the atomic Cold feet on a hot b**h that's ironic She fickle probably bend for a nickel worth of chronic Always got the leaf, guess i am patriotic Loose lips always get fed a lotta stupid sh** If it ain't phoney compliments its half broken promises And all these psychedelic hysterics, this sh** don't phase me An ordinary to a poetic, sh** is crazy Damn