Попробуй скрыть это в себе, (В который раз x2) Попробуй скрыть это в себе, (В который раз) Вся эта жизнь, лишь только миг И он короче, чем ты хочешь.
I find myself wrong again staring out my window Wondering what it is I should've said I find myself at home again waiting for the after call From a fallout
What the fuck, what what what? Nuttin' new, nuttin' new What? Nuttin' new check Nuttin' new, nuttin' new, y'all not sayin' nuttin' new I represent the
Nowhere to go all night to get there Another nice try with Mr. Wrong Late night TV on my horizon National Anthem and I'm barely hangin on Just a typical
Aiyyo Kris man I'm seein' a lot of movement in the industry right now I'm seein' a lot of cats comin' into the industry But they got the wrong idea Nah
Once the time again The city people on the streets, they talk of the town Wherever you go to They come to your home They operate you by the telephone
Well she don't have her momma's hips yet So she stole her momma's lipstick And she knew that I was coming And I think that I know why She goes by Fiona
There is nothing new Put in front of you Nothing you don't understand Don't try to rationalize No one hears your lies Only you can comprehend You don
You are what I make you...dirty little whore You are what I give you...nothing more You are what I tell you...loved by no one You are what I left you...
The blues is knocking on my door Just like you did once before Nothing new, yeah, the same old thing You got me singing the blues again The news is all
Jeden Morgen nach dem Aufstehn geht es wieder in den Krieg. Zur Front mit der StraA?enbahn, fest im Glauben an den Sieg. FA?r ein kleines StA?ck vom
Everything that I ever found I'm switching over to a low tar brand Got cable video with surround sound I lie in bed and watch the world go round Got CNN
I'm going to dress up tonight And I'll look real pretty for I don't know who I'll find my own way around this great big city And I'm gonna sit at a bar
Oh, give me time to watch this go I will pack all of my dreams and I'll go home Oh, once again I'm nothing new Quick to speak, slow to listen and quick
Ska Sucks Ska revival isn't cool you stupid fucks And if you don't believe me you're a schmuck But the trend will die out with any luck Rudy, A message
Another dollar fifty, another ride on the bus The seat left alone is still warm The person next to me talks to me As if he knows me But that's okay,
[Black Thought - amidst ad libbing voices] What the fuck, what what what? Nuttin new, nuttin new.. What? Nuttin new.. check Nuttin new, nuttin new, y
Same seven notes and some slag poet's quotes Stick them together with glue You can mix a fine cocktail from memories And pretend what you're drinking
