Yesterday was rough
I felt like I had enough
Sick and tired of being sick and tired
To call or fall for the bluff
Someone call internal affairs
The karma police are corrupt
Where you going with all them drugs
Maybe you're just not tough enough
Narcs planted the seed on you
Now you're reaping the cuffs
Shouldn't they be stopping
Not pushing the stuff
Breathe
Close your eyes
There's a grab-bag of mantras to recite
Dream
Don't apologize
Your head's Kleptocrats take bribes
I could've sworn I handled all this stuff
I guess I just swept it under the rug
The DEA sends its love
As an assassin bug does
A puddle's an ocean
A nick is a gash
A ditch is an abyss
Palpitation - heart attack
Tones from the Underground - Internal Affairs Lyrics
Tones from the Underground - Internal Affairs Lyrics
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Yesterday was rough
I felt like I had enough
Sick and tired of being sick and tired
To call or fall for the bluff
Someone call internal affairs
The karma police are corrupt
Where you going with all them drugs
Maybe you're just not tough enough
Narcs planted the seed on you
Now you're reaping the cuffs
Shouldn't they be stopping
Not pushing the stuff
Breathe
Close your eyes
There's a grab-bag of mantras to recite
Dream
Don't apologize
Your head's Kleptocrats take bribes
I could've sworn I handled all this stuff
I guess I just swept it under the rug
The DEA sends its love
As an assassin bug does
A puddle's an ocean
A nick is a gash
A ditch is an abyss
Palpitation - heart attack
I felt like I had enough
Sick and tired of being sick and tired
To call or fall for the bluff
Someone call internal affairs
The karma police are corrupt
Where you going with all them drugs
Maybe you're just not tough enough
Narcs planted the seed on you
Now you're reaping the cuffs
Shouldn't they be stopping
Not pushing the stuff
Breathe
Close your eyes
There's a grab-bag of mantras to recite
Dream
Don't apologize
Your head's Kleptocrats take bribes
I could've sworn I handled all this stuff
I guess I just swept it under the rug
The DEA sends its love
As an assassin bug does
A puddle's an ocean
A nick is a gash
A ditch is an abyss
Palpitation - heart attack
Writer: James Guastaferro
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid