Asking for a Ride
White Reaper
On your street, it gets colder
On your street, I can't park my car
This toxic sludge keeps me in place
This sludge
Don't like my clothes? I like yours
Don't like my voice? I do my chores
I do it for Daisy, I do it for Daisy
I want them to think I can't shoot
Oh, I can shoot
Oh, I can shoot
Oh, I can shoot
On your street, it gets colder
On your street, I can't park my car
This toxic sludge keeps me in place
This sludge
I do it for Daisy, I do it for Daisy
I want them to think I can't shoot
Oh, I can shoot
Oh, I can shoot
Oh, I can shoot
Oh, I can shoot
Oh, I can shoot
Oh, I can shoot
Shoot