(the kids will tear it down) 'Til something dies Crooked minds under gray skies They can't live 'til something dies Crooked minds ain't satisfied 'Til the ground touches the sky Touches the sky Crooked minds have gone astray Have they never learned from

High of something, high of something If you got drugs in this motherfucker Let me see your hands in the air Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us So let's get high off something 'til your mothafucking brain don't function I'm in this mothafucker