I was trumping the jungles, there was nothing to find
Oh, Master Don saw that I could be the guy that provides
With empty hands, I headed on home
Live long enough, you're gonna choke on a bone, hey, hey
Hey, hey
That's just the way that it goes
'Cause I'm sinking in the La Brea Tar Pits
And I don't want to die 'cause there's still so much to give
Now I'm sinking, could you give me a lift?
Wanna make an escape but don't know where to begin
Each time I fuck I think a little deeper, ah, damn
So let me try to persuade you all to lend me your hand
Good with a spear and settling fights
Do anything for the good of the tribe, hey, hey
Could you throw me a rope?
(Throw me a rope)
'Cause I'm sinking in the La Brea Tar Pits
And I don't want to die 'cause there's still so much to give
Now I'm sinking, could you give me a lift?
Wanna make an escape but don't know where to begin
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