I haven't time to sympathise With all this nonsense and your lies You are the king of nothing But you shall hold me You've got your finger on the pulse
I haven't time to sympathize With all this nonsense and your lies You are the king of nothing But you shall hold me You've got your finger on the pulse
Traduction: New Order. Menteur.
: I haven't time to sympathise With all this nonsense and your lies You are the king of nothing But you shall hold me You've got your finger on the pulse
just paradise (dise, dise ahh!, ahh!) So what you gonna do, what you gonna do? (do, do, heee heee!) When the new world order come for you. (for you, for
as the eye can see" Have you heard of the All-American Prophet? He found a brand new book about Jesus Christ We are following him to Paradise We call ourselves Mormon And our new
foot slim cuz bullets make your feet fast we throw babies in the trash Drag don't play with little gats crib like McDonalds nuttin but Big Macs and quarter pounds bitch place your order
is something special This is something new [Kanye West] Her heels set the mood Where did you acquire those are liars When I met you I heard Jesus bells
with money bags Stop in Philly, order cheese steaks and eat BEANS fast And bring it back up top, remove the fake king of New York You show off, I count
them ballers Back in control now I call orders It's no fun fleeing under the gun Cause they got me public enemy number one Chorus [Puff Daddy] All you suckers, liars
get popped by my warning shots And if you try to come back, with a civil suit I sit back and watch my system take a shit on you [bridge} Order in the court, Order
orders It's no fun fleeing under the gun 'Cause they got me public enemy, number one One, one, one, one One, one, one One, one, one All you suckers, liars
coolies into hoopties , slamming cuties and ice big heavy pots over hot stoves Mayonnaise jars of water with rocks in them got my whole projects out of order
slim 'cause bullets make your feet fast we throw babies in the trash Drag don't play with little gats crib like McDonalds nuttin but Big Macs and quarter pounds bitch place your order
ballers, back in control now I call orders it's no fun fleeing under the gun, because they got me Public Enemy number one Chorus All you suckers, liars
