Sweatmother - Tobacco

Woke up dead

Melted in my bed

Feelin' extra fresh

Seeing up your dress

The sweat

The sweat

The sweat

The sweat

The sweat

You won’t be alone

Just burn down your home

I can feel the beat

I’ll bury it in the street

The sweat

The sweat

The sweat

The sweat

The sweat