Lyrics:
Made by Metallica not Judas Priest.
Lay beside me
Tell me what they've done
Speak the words I wanna hear
To make my demons run
The door is locked
the i in we
You are you and i am me
But you and me make we
What an irony
Its another west coast classic yall
Um
Um um um um
Um
Um um um um um
Um
Its
Wou
Manobra na lua, eu me sinto o Tony Hawk, o Tony Hawk
Wou
viajando no quarto antes que tudo isso me mate, vivendo de party em party
Quase um
TOCA METALLICA PRA MIM
Baby, baby
Se eu brilhar como o seu rockstar
Dentro do cobertor?
Se eu disser que eu vou guardar você
Isso fará de mim seu
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well Excuse Me (Boii)
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well
[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track
quarto só ouvindo um Metallica
Eu me emociono e canto isso de coração
Eu deixo um salve para todos os meus irmãos
177 nas antigas eu estava lá
Deixo essa
sie hat es aus dem Knast!
Er sagt, er war Roadie für Metallica!
Obwohl sie Kassiererin bei Edeka
Und er Nachtwächter im Museum war!
Beides ist gelogen
aos saltos
Metallica deixa-te a alma em liberdade
Ou Iron Maiden que é sempre um tema oportuno
Van Halen vai em excesso de velocidade
E na Terceira
at, bass!
He doesn’t know who Cliff Burton is
That means that I’m out of luck
If I try to ask him Metallica questions
However, at bass, he does not suck
it isn't at home
Metallica Black - it's wherever I may roam (ah!)
Confusion adds fuel to the fire (to the fire)
But it's time to let that wood-stove
tombar o do BRINKS?
Por que que as ideias não chegam aqui?
O mano motoboy passando no tiro
Depois do trampo nos fuma um fino
Disse que mostrou o meu som
(Bom)
Nada nada é mais um som (Som)
Sayonara, kit Manauara
Para para para paro não (Não)
Férias passo no Japão (Japão)
Sua vida? Falo não (Não)
Mas
And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around
Metallica t-shirts that my grandmother got me
Those were gateway drugs for eclectic tastes that make me unique
So I don’t really care about your critiques
I’m
wander this wasteland
Guided only by a sickness, not a purpose
I can't go back to what I was
Metallica without the drugs
A faith healer without
Browar i potłuczone szkło
Diabeł i piekło samo zło
Wciągnięta płyta jeszcze gra
Sabbath Maiden Metallica
Do domu zaraz trzeba iść
W butelkach nie
flow blow out my stomach
Or my rectum im dead inside Seeing Belgium
While eating waffles in mental Metallica through my Headphones fuel
Give me that fire
making tracks that bump
Rattle your brain from the bass in the trunk
Taking over real quick one by one
Always on point like a blowgun
Don't come with
karę
Zabiera ludzi i twarze by nas nauczyć
Że śmierć chodzi z życiem w parze ja idę gdzieś
HIFI Banda jak Metallica The Memory Remains
Czasem zrozumieć
crushing George Floyd's neck
And yet I'm the threat, raw in a Metallica tee
Skater jeans and anything else that ain't blacker than me
So in the middle
pull the trigger of my loaded gun
Then you'll see, we'll be having some fun
So meet me by the backstage door
If it's good, then let's go for
mad cause really I'm ahead of them (Um, aye)
Fucked yo bitch with a mask on cause it's still a pandemic (Aye)
Bitch I ain't got no speech impediment
correndo no asfalto
Voltei a acreditar em deus e sei que ele tem plano e isso é um fato
Obrigado a todos meus manos que quando eu precisei me deram o braço
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