Lyrics:
to the Motor-League with me before I'm forced
to face the wrath of a well-heeled buying public who
live vicariously through tortured-artist college-rock
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
on his mouse
His phone's been busy now for over a week
So I dropped by to see what in Sam Hell is going on
And here's what he said to me:
Come on in
By Nirvana
Memory-y-uh
The first CD I ever stole
From my dad's CD collection
Was an album titled Nevermind
It blew my mind to pieces
Both of us came
to the Motor-League with me before I'm forced to face the wrath of a well-heeled buying public who live vicariously through tortured-artist college-rock
and packed like silica
Run up a man in the cinema
Don't give a fuck if he's watching a movie
I'll drag him out by his shoe string
Pour out his juice drink
Used
By God I can't believe it
You're leaving so soon
And all I have to say is that I'm gonna miss you
I'd go to rehab
But I ain't no quitter
A sober
like Dig.
Only god could judge the way I live.
If you think you want it I know I want it more. Grindin’ everyday the hustle doesn’t stop cuz.
If you
'm a mess, so go and fix me
I will wait for you like rain on a summer day
I will miss you like I never missed by someone else
Hold my hand and tell me you
as the stars were formed, I’ll leave a rapper’s carcas torn across a hardwood floor, while I’m blaring Linkin Park and Korn. From where the dark is norm, he’s
what we do
This is who we are
When we forgive we can move on
Release all the shackles one by one
We belong to the burden until it's gone
Just how
what we do
This is who we are
When we forgive we can move on
Release all the shackles one by one
We belong to the burden until it's gone
Just how
Live it up
Live it up
Live it up
Yea
Live it up
Live it up
Live it up
Yea
Gotta take risks my nigga
And If I ever fall I'll glide
Won't be burden by
Don't think that just cause I live in the wrong part of town
I'm not gonna hold me shit down
You want to battle, you want to fight
And mess with "The
TEC-9, Mois
Drive-by mit Korn hinterm Lenkrad
B-boah, bin ich Gangster
Ihr seid weg vom Fenster wie verstorbene Rentner
Es gibt 'n Headshot, viel
pon di ground
A give thanks fi life cyan done (ahh)
I’m gonna live my life
Mi cyaan believe another year just passed (what)
I’m gonna live my life
Mi
6 in the morn
While you walk around looking like you listen to Korn
Chock full o'nuts sipping while I'm digging these horns
You're numb to true beauty
naćpane typy,
Krzyki ludzi znających teksty twojej ekipy
Kokaina, wóda, seks - tutaj jest brak kontroli
Byle by zabić myśli i się zadowolić
Hardcore na
You know I need to
Dunno why I see this through
Cos you're making me sick
Making myself sick
Sat by the candle light dinner
Wax in your eye
They call me
Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Niggas just wanna know
If you still gon' be on some
Getting sober for a day, got me feeling too low (low)
They tryna make me slow down, tryna tell me how to live
I'm about to lose control (lose
someone to call your own
This is a mean old world to try and live in all by yourself
I wish I had someone, someone who'd love me true
I wish I had someone,
someone to call your own
This is a mean old world to try and live in all by yourself
I wish I had someone, someone who'd love me true
I wish I had someone,
You ain't really got it like that
No you don't
You ain't really popping
I keep rocking like I'm Korn
Hit it from the back
Put it deep in her core
I
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