K-O-T-T-O-N-M-O-U-T-H-K-I-N-G Drunk In This Bitch, Get Drunk In This Bitch, Get Drunk In This Bitch (Let's Go)(Eh), K-O-T-T-O-N-M-O-U-T-H-K-I-N-G Drunk
I'm tired of looking (It's not in my vision) I'm tired of seeing (Don't wanna see this) I'm tired of hearing (Don't tell me your shit) I'm tired of being
Growing up full of apologies Spent all my time trying to be me We all know it's never really easy At least I know I can admit it You need to remember
they givin' me dap, as far as I'm concerned in this mu'fucker Like how I got 'em now they ready to snap So don't touch me nigga (You might burn yourself
i guess i'll be okay a fragile smile, an old clichee few hours to enjoy every day tomorrow'll be the same a fragile smile, a touch of fame but i don't
No No follow, no trends We know you are too fake The song remains insane And we are here to stay Against all odds we go Follow our hearts and soul We'
Have you seen the sun? It still hangs in the sky. Have you seen the birds? They still know how to fly. Have you seen the rivers? They still float to
K-O-T-T-O-N-M-O-U-T-H-K-I-N-G Drunk In This Bitch,Get Drunk In This Bitch,Get Drunk In This Bitch (Let's Go)(Eh),K-O-T-T-O-N-M-O-U-T-H-K-I-N-G Drunk In
Byrd gang we get money We won't stop, we destined to blow I'ma take my niggaz and bitches wherever I go So don't forget about me, don't forget about me
you Please, baby, don't push me away I want you Please, baby don't push me away I need you I had enough of the shucking and jiving, duckin' and hidin' I'm
never lay a claim to fame, I'm satisfied that I can spell the name: "M" is for the mercy she possesses "O" means that I owe her all I own "T" is for
d's yaha i doubt that i put the barral on i put the barrel in your fith ya mouth jack whoooo kidddddddddd dammn parcah gunit radio gunit staturdays go cop t.o
all we want is the money M.I. crooked letter, crooked letter I think I want to hump-that I M.I. crooked letter, crooked letter I think I want to hump-that I M
Potkol sa o kamen, spadol do blata, lezi a nadava, cesta zasrata. A v tom blate vidi, krasnych chrobakov, ciernych, zltych, modrych, lesklych ako kov.
die? of course we're tired but reward awaits on the mythical otherside untouchable, and always out of touch, yeah how dead are we if we can't analyze
No follow no trends We know you are too fake The song remains insane And we are here to stay Against all odds we go Follow out hearts and sould We'll
Traduction: Eddy Arnold. Mère (un mot qui signifie le monde pour moi).
