Lyrics:
as much as you motherfuckin' want but)
The art of not fightin' back was brought to us by Christianity
That was given to us by our oppressor
So you
a bigger footprint than
Frickin' Charles Dickens did
Cause my name is as famous
As David Copperfield is
Child labor's popular
My god that's awful for kids
care enough
(Ain't nothin gonna bother Stokie much)
Some say they can't take it no more
(Comin here, comin here startin stuff)
But Dude is back
the back door jiggety-jack quick
See if you'll be getting out of this jammeny slick
You better move on they're gaining on your ass
Pick it up get it going
girls are buggin', sayin', "Keith is my boyfriend"
But I come back though, start the attack though
Add up some points like I'm playin' Nintendo
Now look
sat by himself
I mused is he chimp or gorilla?
He basked in the sun as he munched on a bun
And was reading the Daily Mirror
I looked at the monkey
Jack Parow, Jack Parow
So skink die glase vol as hy in fokken rol, Jack Parow, Jack Parow
Jy weet klaar watse tyd dit is so gooi weg jou horlosie
Hey Bobby
Why are you stayin' in here in this shadow?
Come over by the fire
I'll have a drink with you
This is our house now
So let's act like
Jack you shit on the fence.
But the fence, the fence, is owned by America.
Sit on the fence, owned by America.
They make no pretence, it's owned by
got nothing to bring me joy in life
Like im fighting demons but in losing fights
Smile durin the day gone by the night
When i talk bout my feelings that
Riding around in the back of Adam's mustang
Broke so much we called that piece of shit a Rustang
Must thank every one of those nights
Had you by my side,
That is a no no
I fired, now she wanna blow job back no to back (no so back)
You fucking the pictures in your kodak photo jack (photo jacking)
She
That is a no no
I fired, now she wanna blow job back no to back (no so back)
You fucking the pictures in your kodak photo jack (photo jacking)
She
how to live right just by how to shoot it
Tired of running, choirs is humming
Tell us to visit, we lying about coming
Now back to business, loading
made of
You throw it to the wall: Your matryoshka dolls
your David Bowie looks, and your own north star
And your Jack of Hearts, I'm the Jack of Hearts
pull ya paper out!
Class is all fucked up!
Real niggas do ya thing!
Jack boys our boys, SUCKERS!
Dope dealers get that money!
Soon you got the mark
Make
on the beat
Just Juice on the feat, rest is Jakob Leichtman
Liquor, Addy, and weed, only law we abide by
Rap game Jack Black, Lil Lebowski, just some dudes who
Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male
injections
Brenda's identity's put inside the grave and
Came back reborn again by the name David
Got excluded from school due to differences
Bullies were too
by that hill
Than I've seen You's get by on skill
See Jack run, see Jack steal
See Jack give back, see Jack jack Jill
Jack don't do jack 'cept for act
body is lookin' nasty: fat Suge
A Shotgun'll have ya brain drippin' out
With all these veins stickin' out
Like a bad rolled Backwood
Watch ya back Goodz
2x
We've lost our sight through the d???
Blinded by the illusion of slave a s???
They took us from our homeland of wealth and truth
And went back
makes you mess This giant sea, showing up your nerve, and The repulsive, personality
Wishful death is on the sand,
Marks of blood across your back
to back boy I'm punching cleverly
Like badou jack
Yeah I'm back.. What the Fuck is up?
Mr if you give me a rhythm, ill come and fuck it up
Your luck is up,
Discuss these jack is back by david guetta Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In