"Rotten" lyrics

"Rotten"

I looked to you and I recognize nothing
I looked to you and I recognize something

Jump at the chance to look big and bad
A friendship shattered like bone
Counting cash, you like to brag how it's cool
So trick another young fool
You're rotten
You're rotten

After everything it's given you
After all these years

What's that? I heard it again
How behind closed doors, you spit on my name
Insult the art of your tribe
Keep on living in the past, it's a one-player game

What kind of a man curses the very name of the
One he broke bread with?

What's that? I heard it again
How behind closed doors, you spit on my name
Insult the art of your tribe
Keep on living in the past, it's a one-player game
Yeah

After everything it's given you
After all these years

[Outro]
Don't want to see your friends rise to the top
Prefer they stay at the bottom
You're rotten
Don't want to see your friends rise to the top
Prefer they stay at the bottom
You're rotten


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