Wreck the Day - C-Rock (MasterMind)

Run and tell the others The clouds look like they're coming this way There's no need to make a scene of it Most of it will wash off with rain I railed against, I failed again What'd you think I'd do? I wallow in overflow, I'll wade Pulled by the undertow, I'll wade And loneliness the killer companion on the river is waving Sand to fill my pockets Your hands up as you're walking away We've been here before I know the story will end someday I wallow in overflow, I'll wade Pulled by the undertow, I'll wade While it floods, I'll swear to God And watch you float away While it floods, I'll swear to God I'd rather float away I wallow in overflow, I'll wade Pulled by the undertow, I'll wade While it floods, I'll swear to God And watch you float away While it floods, I'll swear to God I'd rather float away Float, float, float, floating away Float, float, float, floating away Float, float, float, floating away Float, float, float, floating away

I just walked in with that fire He can get hit with that nine, nigga Yeah, I just walked in too high (Yeah) Racks on me, I ain't signed yet Uh, way too high, think I need a private jet Yeah, that boy, he better not try, send them shots right at his neck Yeah, that Draco hit his flesh (Yeah) Fucked his ho, now he upset (Uh, uh, uh-uh) Fucked his ho, gang screaming neck (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) Told the labels, cut the check FN make a nigga wreck Made a hundred off the internet And that Trackhawk sound just like a jet Took his ho, no, he can't get her back Cuffing that ho, that's how you get whacked All these racks just like an ATM Bitch, I fell in love with cash Yeah, I got racks, I'm well off Bitch, I'm cooling in the back Yeah, that nigga fell off, and he still ain't shaking back And I heard them niggas ran off, yeah, they ran off with his stash Yeah, ran off with his bag Uh, ran off with his cash Yeah, I can't cuff these bitches, all these bitches shaking ass Left my old ho in the past Got a lot of niggas mad I just walked in with that fire He can get hit with that nine, nigga Yeah, I just walked in too high (Yeah) Racks on me, I ain't signed yet Yeah, uh, way too high, think I need a private jet Yeah, that boy, he better not try, send them shots right at his neck Yeah, that Draco hit his flesh (Yeah) Fucked his ho, now he upset (Uh, uh, uh-uh) Fucked his ho, gang screaming neck (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) Told the labels, cut the check FN make a nigga wreck Made a hundred off the internet And that Trackhawk sound just like a jet Took his ho, no, he can't get her back

They gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia Sayin', "Steve, you're way behind time It's 8: 38, and it's the old '97, gotta put her into Danville on time" Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville On a line with a three-mile grade It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes You can see what a jump he made Steve Brady he said to his black, greasy fireman "Shovel on a little more coal I'm waitin' to pass them wide-open mountains Gonna see the old '97 roll" Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville On a line with a three-mile grade It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes You can see what a jump he made He's comin' down that line makin' 90 miles an hour The whistle broke into a scream They found him in the wreck with his hand upon the throttle He'd been scalded to death by steam Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville On a line with a three-mile grade It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes You can see what a jump he made Well, come on now, all you ladies From this time on, now learn Don't you ever say harsh words to your true-lovin' husband He'll leave you and never return Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville On a line with a three-mile grade It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes You can see what a jump he made Well, he's comin' down that line makin' 90 miles an hour And the whistle broke into a scream They found him in the wreck with his hand upon the throttle He'd been scalded to death by steam Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville On a line with a three-mile grade It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes You can see what a jump he made Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville On a line with a three-mile grade It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes You can see what a jump he made Well, it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg down to Danville On a line with a three-mile grade It was down that line where he lost his air-brakes You can see what a jump he made

Anonymous existence, rendered useless to mankind Destroy the logic volume in the confines of the mind Enmassed and purposeless, marching in a perfect line Neo-neuro torture, mental meltdown, a heinous crime Mastermind, I tell you what to think Mastermind, I tell you what you need Mastermind, I tell you what to feel Mastermind Invade the core of souls to wipe the lives away Design vacant beings, welcome the inhuman race Encrypted horror codes, directive psyche overwrite Processing brains to pabulum, delete and format living drives Mastermind, I tell you what to think Mastermind, I tell you what you need Mastermind, I tell you what to feel Mastermind, I tell you what's real... Hail to the power age, lest the viral hour comes Raise the flag of voltage, bow to circuitry unknown Kneel before the processor, lords of static laugh Electrons in submission, you must know who I am I tell you what to think I don't care what you thought I tell you what to get I don't care what you got I tell you what to think I don't care what you thought I tell you what to get I don't care, I don't care what you got Mastermind, I tell you what to think (I don't care what you got) Mastermind, I tell you what you need Mastermind, I tell you what to feel (I don't care, I don't care what you got) Mastermind, subject!