— крутая баба Тачки, как девчонки, любят побазарить Это необходимо, чтобы сигналы наладить Потом погладить, двери красотки открыть Бывшего хозяина лучше забыть Тачки-красотки
желанной, Красивой для меня, любимой, но странной Как ребенок я был рад тебе безумно, А теперь ты с другим выглядишь как то стремно. Немного подустала ghetto красотка
I see it's red? on this side? Arriba This is how you feel I see it's blue Face it there, and shot it down There's holding time, it's countdown ? ? ?
Flies through the air with the greatest disease Takes little pills and calls them trapeze I know you?re right Everything you do is right Everything I
Angel hair, floating over there Well, you think I don't see? I see clear through I see little fishes in my sea, little sea All the birds have turned
Shake this ground well of hate This is why I rot away, this is why I rot away today 'Cause you wear this mistake that you make That mostly that you make
Fama tunes into agasaya Aura like amberella Ama is my govinda All in time All in time All in time All is time Fachea anima interstellar Hidden in logorrhoea
And why? Every time the fire is burning I pull away the kindling Pour gasoline on fire On fire* and why? Always got to do that thing Do that thing to
I know the sugar plum fairy Her name is Mary She's halfway inside my arm Half way does great harm So she charmed herself to a toilet And fucked herself
You got this thing that really makes me hot You got alot and more when you get caught You got this thing that follows me around You fucking bitch well
Woah, shoot Oh yeah Why don't you shoot? Yeah, shoot, oh yeah Indian Billy simple sin scratches across my Skin, skin, skin, skin, skin, skin Soft gravel
Where were you I thought that I knew What could I do But think about you
Gretel said "I know what's in your head" I vacuumed out my head I know you're feeling bad You fucking bitch you cunt hole bitch I thought she meant it
Take your fucking fork And shove it down your own throat And stop pretending to try to be That infamous stupid raincoat Well, I dare to confess 'Cause
Now I live with nothing to give 'Cause it's gone Here I stand at your command 'Cause it's gone Now I stand with you at hand Now I live with nothing to
I know somewhere we could go Better than you could ever know Hello, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Go, go shove yourself I know, I know yeah I know someone
He's my thing Stay away from my thing Why don't you get your own one around? He's my thing He's my thing I kept for myself and not for you He's my thing
My own mind is mine to drive In lanes that aren't allowed that's why I'm allowed in circles around 'cause at the top of it all from where we are all Black
