Nightwhisper - Only Fear of Death

She'll be your brittle, hoping in the brittle.
It's still no time; I've been killing it with my fiddle.
I'll be your brittle, hoping in the brittle.
She wanna move while my pants in the brittle.
Well and my style, I'm the cash in the brittle.
I'm in the vibe, in the fast, in the brittle.
So when I'm down with my face, you're still my city.