Times New Viking At The Bars Lyrics

Given the excess, 2000 to move on
Bless me with a good thought
You have to play your own
Pushing too soon and so you're out of trust
Not enough it cost, giving way to lust
You will never last boy
Just repeating what you heard
But I have a sense of bad luck
A body full of lust, kiss for a desert
You actin so strong, lower device
Makes you think a lot, the custom's to rely
Something that's right when it's made first blood
Casual surprise, giving me excess
You will never last boy
Just repeating what you heard
But I have a sense of bad luck
Got two things on my mind and one is hard to find
Occasion to assume, assume you having trust
I'll be at bar skipping way to lags