Lyrics:
det lissom en sky
Den svæver op over min by
Gad vide hvem der kigger ned
Er vi maskiner eller kærlighed?
Jeg har brug for dig
Jeg har brug for dig
leather bracelets studded
Ready for the final march
Together we orch
My eyes can see our proud rockers
A new world will raise up
Will raise them up
Never
the gas, with bodies dropping
Ain't no pill popper
I don't do the gimmicks
This' my lifestyle, I'm a real rocker
Catch me in LA
I'm fucking on your favorite
unless it's behind bars in a song
A whole bunch of suckers, who don't know more than covers
Wanna flow like some rockers, but they don't
I just hear
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Uh
Cycles of psilocybin leave me psycho And suicidal
Like Michael my mind is rotten I'm
Off my rocker but baking soda might Get it
by,"Yo,don't act
Cold-blooded,'cause it just ain't
Fair to kick a man when he's down"
'Cause,He is somebody
Like I am somebody
You are somebody
Like I am
said so,
No sleep for the weak, right? No, bet no.
Rollin' with the punk rockers,
I ain't lying,
Fake guns, fake bands,
Fake punk, I ain't buying,
(CashMoneyAp)
(VanDough)
I be gettin’ money, tell by the smell (By the smell)
Niggas hatin’, I’m just screamin’, oh well (That’s oh well)
I’m movin’
Causing terror to Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair
deal with corpo shit
#instrumental
True rockers don't make no deal with corpo shit
#instrumental
We'll bring peace by violence
Riot
No rights
No silence
Played by the ting that lead the way I say, coming down on me
A ting called rub-a-dub, lord
Ting called rub-a-dub, hey
So, over we, say them ah mad
Rocker Just Don caps og shorts
DJ more 10 legger ned noen jazzy chords
De ser på meg som lillehammer OL, vil at jeg skal pass the torch
men er I god form
of illusion
I mean by that
The mirror found
In the chamber of jade grown like a seed
Deep within the ground
The mirror found
By one man
So on and off
the boys' room coolin' by the locker
All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker
Punk in the hall man I should of oughta hit him
Had the fresh
I'm a tower full of power with rain and hail
Cut Creator scratch the record with his fingernail
Rock the bells
The king of crowd rockers finally is
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
Burns rubber
Useless rockers
From England
Good times
Had by all
Just swallow your guilt and your crutches
Blue and white birds stop and hide
of course
I'm a tower full of power with rain and hail
Cut Creator scratch the record with his fingernail
Rock the bells
The king of crowd rockers
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go nowhere.
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
but they'd get run out again
And at every hotel we was met by the law
Come for the party, come to make sure
Ooh-oh, have we done something wrong?
the boys' room coolin' by the locker
All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker
Punk in the hall man I should of oughta hit him
Had the fresh
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