These are the lyrics you selected. If this is not the correct, please go back and select the lyrics to be corrected.
311, "Down"
My lower side was at eagle because
A funky child put some wood on my tongue
It felt like incest the brat but my mouth was loose
When I got up to spit, I dream of juice.
Chill light on my sight as my ego becomes
A funky child with some words on my tongue
Be like intake of breath and my mouth gets loose
While I scatter my spit, I dream of juice.
Enter Your Suggestion Below
Are the correct lyrics not quite correct (or is the submission reversed) etc. Enter your comments below.