Lyrics:
I wanna be loved by you, just you
And nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you, alone
Boop-boop-a-doop!
I wanna be kissed by you, just you
Leave a messenger to find him, as we speak the traffic thickens like a =
Virus. Dead bum, dead bum, just another dead bum, dead bum, dead bum, =
Did I
Apartment in New York, London and Paris
Where will we rest, we're all living on top of it
It's all that we have the USA is our daily bread
And no
happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover
That's what's
Benzedrine
There's a boy just down below me, who's the son of some well-known
He was brought in by his mother, 'cause his daddy's always gone
There's a bum
deploy, 'ploy (uh, yo)
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
Hands in the air, or I'll shoot it sideways
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
How many times I
And it's full of shit.
Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum.
Bum bum bum bum.
Bluetac and cella-tape, that's been hit by a truck
One chop-stick, an ash-tray
in my head
I serve you bread on a pledge
Think of your mouth for dinner
But here come the waves
down by the sea
Washing the eyes of the men
who
My man Louis Miller, he split the scene babe
After drawing out all the bread from his stash
Now Macheath spends like a sailor
Do you suppose this
We getting to the bread by the loaf
We tied in fuck the feds that's the oath
No jams but its a nice spread on royal oats
Bake then I shake break it
rose and have a tweakin speakin
Puerto Rican the powerful machine gun stun
Ba-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum, ambulence, lights bright
Paramedics fetish
Ah! Got them niggas!
Usain Bolt on you niggas
(Chasing bread, chasing bread, chasing bread)
Taking off on you niggas
(Who ahead? Who ahead? Who
Winner Ron, rubberband bringing
Bread Winner Films, Imma shoot ya
Shot by Spencer on the roof
AMG, big body coupe
Passing through the ghetto, they
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
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
Whisky wino rum
Whisky wino rum
Wszystkim byś się struł
Nie ma to jak zimna czysta
Prosto do kieliszka
Whisky wino rum
Wybór to jest twój
Dobry
przed Tobą klęknę
Dotykać chcę Twych stóp
By całą Ciebie czuć
Bum tarara jest we mnie jeszcze para
Tylko bum tarara ja z Tobą tańczyć chcę
Bum tarara
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
prawdziwa Pani
Bum tarara bum barman leje rum
Znów się będzie działo znowu nocy mało
Bum tarara bum zrobimy niezły szum
Znów się będzie działo pokażesz mi
Love to you [Repeat: x3]
And I can tell by the way you walk that walk,
I can hear by the way you talk that talk,
I can know by the way you treat
Yeah! You got more trouble
Than you can handle, honey!
What the fuck are you gonna do?
How are you gonna scrape on by?
I do believe that there are
to make you
Look out little girl, little girl, little girl look out
If you're hiding and I'm hiding
From some bum that wants to get you
Look out
the letters yeah, I'll learn to keep it down
'Cause to lift the weight you anchored to my ankles
I gotta call it by its name
And float away
Bum bum bum
Bum ba
Caught a train in Secaucus
Like fruits on a vine
Getting fat and sweet and ripe
Met a friend in New Haven
At the dregs of his luck
Throwing bread
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