Transplants:What I Can't Describe

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“What I Can't Describe”
Artist: Transplants
Albums: Haunted Cities (2005)
Composers: Armstrong/Aston/Paul Devoux/Barker

Let the funky beat blaze!

I take my last breath (last breath)
It's like I'm dead inside (dead inside, dead inside)
It's like I'm past it (past it)
It's what I can't describe (can't describe, can't describe)

[Skinhead Rob]
You said money can't buy me love and that's true
But money can buy me drugs so that's cool
The best of the worst Skinhead Rob one and only
Fully loaded, riding dirty and I'm feeling kinda lonely
Of a wet one throw back dip in the fifth
Punch drunk with a pistol so I'll probably miss
Any chance that I have to turn my house to a home
Time's up, game's over, I'm dying alone

I take my last breath (last breath)
It's like I'm dead inside (dead inside, dead inside)
It's like I'm past it (past it)
It's what I can't describe (can't describe, can't describe)

[Paul Devoux]
Yeah, that's what it is, it ain't me to complain
Cut khakies brown chucks white t-shirts and braids
Boo Ya Tribe unexplainable gang, transplanted but I came
West forward so let it flame, they love the music so let the funky beat blaze
We keep it G'd up with the heat up, royal crown, tequilla
Six trey with the usos, puffin on the silver black guerrilla on a Saturday after noon
Alpines 808 go boom soo oo oowee
For the G's and the harmony

I take my last breath (last breath)
It's like I'm dead inside (dead inside, dead inside)
It's like I'm past it (past it)
It's what I can't describe (can't describe, can't describe)

Cause everyone's a victim
And everyone's a target
And everyone's an enemy
The reason that I spark it

[Tim Armstrong]
In this life I got everything I wanted
Money and fame but I don't flaunt it
Walk through the state undaunted
State of California but the state is haunted
Got a car, get a car, then we're gone
Ain't gonna stop 'till the early morn
Ain't gonna stop 'till the break of dawn
I got my crew coming over, now you know it's on

[Skinhead Rob]
From the land of the lost where the good die young
Got yer son smoked out in the hood buying guns
Not the first or the last time test me and I'll blast mine
Neighbor versus neighbor and it's killing as a past time
I've heard it all before and nope I'm not buying
The biggest and the baddest get broke I'm not lying
I could get it next you could get it right now
I roll with Samoans if you want I'll show you how

I take my last breath (last breath)
It's like I'm dead inside (dead inside, dead inside)
It's like I'm past it (past it)
It's what I can't describe (can't describe, can't describe)

Let the funky beat blaze!
Let the funky beat blaze!