Lyrics:
color-blindness
As we works from door to door
The violence in the carpets
The arrow of his wife (in a car jam)
Drives the slum-bum dweller
To grind his hunting
Whisky wino rum
Wszystkim byś się struł
Nie ma to jak zimna czysta
Prosto do kieliszka
Whisky wino rum
Wybór to jest twój
Dobry balet na parkiecie
our Friday afternoons
And lately I've been missing you, yeah
(Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum)
(Bum, bum, bum, ba da bum, bum dum dum)
Summer
Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society
For Mr. Wendal's a bum
His only worries are sickness
And an occasional harassment by
As e totori me once i talk
I've dropped a flower by your door steps ya
Me i know say love go whine me one day
Now he's talking about all his types
like that
Everybody think I'm cool, I'on like that
Codeine by the pool while I write raps
Spend money like a fool, I'ma make it back
I don't wanna
a bum
Hallelujah, bum again
Come and give us a handout to revive us again
No matter how hard I work
I make a starvation wage
So I'll be funded by
Spontaniczna moc co karmiła faszyzm
Ten wpływ w nas i krew napływa do twarzy
Bum bo tak napiera tłum
Bum z siłą miliona tul
Bum hałas znów rodzi szum
Bum
thrum
Oh I kinda like them conga drums
Floating all around
On the bum
That's when I got used to conga drums
Oh that's right
Well, down by
"It ain't my fault
It's six 'o'clock in the morning"
He said
As he came up out of the night
When he found I had no coins to bum,
He began
That's new Jiby on the beat
I'm machine
When they talk about me
I get angry
Cause I gotta kill all my enemies one by one
When I shoot em in the head
Fur-(by).
Bidones de Hennessy con Red Bull’s.
Tienes que mirarme con un súper zoom
para intentar entenderme,
pero verás que ni un iglú
es tan frío como mi bum
Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide
The bums drop dead and dogs gone mad
In packs on the West Side
Young girl standing on a ledge looks like
Da-da-dum, Ba-ba-bum
Da-da-dum, Ba-ba-bum
In the spotlight, you take the stage,
But behind the mask, lies a hidden cage.
Spin and twirl in your web
(oh yeah)
Gotta give 'em what they want
You betta watch me if I'm running' up (skrr)
I keep 'em comin' like bum bum bum (bum bum)
Trecy gotta big ole'
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Yesterday I was a bum and broke
Today I am a star and broke
In this town that's called progress
guitar picker 'til he got burned out by the game.
Now he'll bum you for some whiskey
And tell you how it was back in '52 when he played for Hank.
znalazł się urzędem
Może ten napis ujrzałby ktoś godny
Może sam premier z samym prezydentem
Zanim by pokrył go czerwony dywan
Czas by swój może ktoś
on bum
I was just smokin' the flavor, you was just smokin' on nun
I'm finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I'm finna
You will draw a pension at your Papa's death
Children, children now get your hat
Tell me Mama what do you mean by that?
Get your hat, put it
Nwa Mmanu Verified
By Foreign ????
Lickle Lickle Tinz~~
E no go bad if I hold u
E no go bad if I kiss u
Baby
Na you be de girle wey dey burst
Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society
For Mr. Wendal's a bum
His only worries are sickness
And an occasional harassment by
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
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