Текст песни Быдлоцикл - грит

Your boot is dirty, grit
The cha, grit, crumpled tie
You grit, show your passport first
You're gritty, fucked or yummy
She grit, they say, fucking, what are you talking about
She grit, step back, close the bakery
She grit, but what the hell
I whisper
Whispering to her desperately
You grit
You grit
You grit
You grit
What is grit something?
Che grit something, fucking bitch
Why are you, grit, this is something, dude
And in the distance already sirens sounds
And in the distance firemen are already visible
I grab her by force
Slamming fucking fuck
She grit, remove the moron
She grit and I burn
And everything is grit
All grit
All grit
All grit