Lyrics:
Yeah, S.O.B. the gang
Savage Summer, Solo
Nice and godly to the hell it was
Solo ridin' shotty look like Elmer Fudd
Simpson when I'm spittin' you can
A lying knifing S.O.B. doesn’t care about you or me
I could be dying in the street, he’d walk all over me with his feet
No respect for anything less
on the brain
Got the S.O.B.
Ain't nobody gonna marry me
I said
Got the S.O.B. tonight
Sex on the brain
Sex on the brain
S.O.B.
Don't see nothin' gonna
of the town
The new S.O.B.
The one everybody loves cuttin' down
Man it's a sight to see
They all smile right to his face, and hide the jealousy
Me I'm just
I'm an S.O.B. the same ol boy I've always been
I'm talking faded jeans you can kiss my Copenhagen ring
I've been this way for worse or better
but she
meant to be S.O.B.
All up in the bando globe on gliss
Feeling like the king I know my wish
Never had a dream but my goals exist
I call her Billie Jean
of the town
The new S.O.B.
The one everybody loves cuttin' down
Man it's a sight to see
They all smile right to his face, and hide the jealousy
Me I'm just
Been an S.O.B. right down to the letter
I've had misadventures, I've even got pictures
I'm even more than I can stand
But startin' today, all I'm
Been an S.O.B. right down to the letter
I've had misadventures, I've even got pictures
I'm even more than I can stand
But startin' today, all I'm
D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z.
It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's
I came from pumping 60K out the trunk switchblades
Ziggy stuff nicknames, itchy braids, bitchmade
ohhhh
F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z.
It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's
[Ryu]
I came from pumping 60K out the trunk switchblades
Sticky stuff
gal but I'm an S.O.B.
But if you give me a try, maybe you'll be around long enough to see me cry
Oh lovely, it's plane to see, I'm a little bit, little
Sometimes I'm too proud, too loud
What you get is what you see
I've been called it all from bad news to a crazy S.O.B.
But I've always been me
My last
spit you out
This money-minded S.O.B.
Will not a penny lend
And all I can do is pray to God
He'll suffer in the end
We're talkin' 'bout
sycophant, a little s.o.b.
you say your mind is made up, isn't that the way that it's supposed to be
and it's a long way down
and it's a long, long way down
want the whole world to see that you
Are an S.O.B. and that every
Word you say is a lie and please don't
Kiss me 'cause I want to die
No, no, u n i r ova
You a bitch and any pussy nigga that you rollin' with
S.O.B. my mental, man, you steady tryin' to troll a kid
Like, get up out my face if you a fed like
mail...rail...c.o.d...xwz
It will be s.o.b.
S.o.b!
Come in pain or in joy
As a girl or a boy
In a bag or a trunk
In a hose or a drunk
In the flora or faun
Come back
S.O.B.
Jo tak!
UH!
Hey, yo
omkvæd:
________________
Hvor' du fra?
[Hvor' du fra?!?]
-Jeg er fra havnen
Hvor' du fra?
[Hvor' du fra?!?]
-Jeg er fra
sycophant, a little s.o.b.
You say your mind is made up, isn't that the way that it's supposed to be
And it's a long way down
And it's a long, long way
black is all that I see
I'm feeling empty inside I'm feeling so empty this life is a living hell
Like living in an empty shell.
S.O.B symptoms S.O.B.
at you and I see a clown
NO matter what, you better stop
Someday you'll have to learn
Or maybe you wanna be
S.O.B. you son of a bitch
S.O.B. you better
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
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