a queer Iґll state my case, of which Iґm certain Iґve lived a life thatґs full And each and every highway And yet, much more than this I did it my way
sin nada mas si no un senor con lagrimas? Debe decir, debe gritar, debe sentir en la verdad Noche gane, sobresalir, lo hice my way! Lo hice my way!
Перевод: Sex Pistols. My Way.
it all, When there was doubt I shot it up or kicked it out I fought the just as before And did it my way Knocked out in bed last night I've had my fill, my
through it all, When there was doubt I shot it up or kicked it out I fought the just as before And did it my way Knocked out in bed last night I've had my fill, my
My first words were bleep bleep and curse curse Never had shit and I still don't deserve dirt My breath still stinks, and I'm on my third cert Digging
funny With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care Think my grandma's prayers the only reason I'm here My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my
my fate singing I'm ready for love I'm ready for hate I'm ready for shame bring it my way Hey hey you touch me you feel me your my little lady from
me my bottom bitch She give me the best top A sex pistol getting shotgun in the drop Best to wear your mittens, baby girl cause it's getting? [Hook - Currensy] My
catch a case the way she beat my dick up with her face Ain't no use in makin plans with me, she know I'm here for sex On another note, where them haters
Dayton downhill Takin' the easy way While the other brother say it should be this way Which one are you? 'Cause I was 'Born to Mack' Since the day of my
hit up, blessed by the way I protest Your world, gettin' it all of my chest Yes, the struggle grab me, hatin' better have me Drama from my momma, disowned by my
be the Rosco Bico train, swervin in an outta lanes, runnin from O-H-A, what they throw away, eh, though, eh, way, pistol, every mutha fucka wanna
dress and look yourself over It's no wonder you would ponder that image Of your greedy self in the mirror Go on Sharp shooter into breakin? hearts A baby jiggalo, a sex pistol
copin, but my adversaries got me noid I need a God-fearin woman, who understands my heart Leave your baggage from past relationships, out of the picture I put my
useless instinct takes control Jam to techno Groove to soul to soul You been arrested Now your being tested The beat is a sex fiend, you're being molested Stead drum kicks like pistol
