Circle the lot Must be a cop With grizz in his teeth As he jacks the last spot Take another lap Curse karma, she has failed you again Aimless or not We're all gonna rot Preach to the choir Already shot I see dead ones on the buy-in I see dead kids skating lines at the mall Selling pot, stealing my spot Slipping minds lead straight lines down Slipping minds Get me out of this straight line down Sundays for smiters Doghouse on fire Bad hook, don't bite it I'll help you fight it Here's another one Steal away with you Cursed from the start Believe it or not There's a reason you feel like you do I see dead ones on the buy-in I see dead kids skating lines, then they're gone Selling pot Slipping minds lead straight lines down Slipping minds lead straight lines down