Fall - CRAP RAP 2/LIKE TO BLOW lyrics

We are the Fall Northern white crap that talks back We are not black. Tall. No boxes for us. Do not f** us. We are frigid stars. We were spitting, we were snapping "Cop Out, Cop Out!" As if from heaven. s**er s**er s**er s**er s**er s**er s**er s**er s**er 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. s**er, blow.