Paroles:
Chicks On Speed Other

it from the bedroom window a large blue city rising over the hill they came to my house, lounged around, on the wood floor they lay, eating duck pate on

on for the ride concorde take-off plastered to the back of my seat pink finger nail polish on your right breast eating your pussy and all around

Like pale shadows moving slowly through high-rise suburban streets hit by another auto dodging fast passing objects get up, run quick if you can johnny

side, a statement of style, es tut mir leid. wimps they come, wimps they go, we'll talk about you on our radio show. deep down they say i'm vermin

well good night, sweet dreams go to hell the pope, he says you really smell twinkle twinkle titty-twister bubblebath and then the toaster nowhere left but on

light the weed and pull it Now every chick want to make me come faster than a speeding bullet But I ain't into coaching birds like Tony LaRussa I done had the thickest chickens

one of love, hey Still love the way he talk, still love the way I sing Still love the way he rock them black diamonds in that chain Still all up on each other

First verse, uh I?fm on ?ftil I?fm on a island My life?fs ridin?f on the Autobahn on autopilot Before I touch dirt, I?fll kill you all with?f kindness

on this one nigga I ain't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one nigga [The Game] I got shit on my chest