Why is everybody always pickin' on me? Does anybody really know a thing about me? But one of these days we'll be in the same place In the same place
Why is everybody always pickin' on me? (Why is everybody always pickin' on me?) Does anybody really know a thing about me? (Does anybody really know a
Traduction: Limp Bizkit. Full Nelson.
Both of your elbows pressed against your temples But you can still hear my thighs smack on your ass I busted your cunt in a full-nelson rape You begin
they scream GILLA! Tour bus roll up like an 18-wheeler And who am I? Good question This the blackout, make you niggaz tap out, full nelson! [Chorus:
: Why is everybody always pickin' on me? Does anybody really know a thing about me? But one of these days we'll be in the same place In the same place
scream GILLA! Tour bus roll up like an 18-wheeler And who am I? Good question This the blackout, make you niggaz tap out, full nelson! [Chorus: w/ ad
You can't deny it, it's the same empty feelin' day after day You've been waitin' forever for someone to come and take you away I understand how it feels
Traduction: Nelson. Vous remplissez.
You can't deny it It's the same empty feeling, day after day You've been waiting forever For someone to come and take you away I understand how it feels
