I'm a coward, I'm a whore I'm not a problem to ignore Guess it all will change someday I will fight to find a way I'm a freak and I'm a cunt I'm not
I'm a coward, I'm a whore I'm not a problem to ignore guess it all will change someday I will fight to find my way I'm a freak and I'm a cunt I'
Перевод: Backyard Babies. Будьте Myself And I.
I'm a coward, I'm a whore I'm not a problem to ignore guess it all will change someday I will fight to find my way I'm a freak and I'm a cunt I
Honey, baby, I been told You know how, shake the butter bowl I got to see for myself If you got any butter left Breakdown to the left Breakdown to the
me and here's the question Who can be (Fresh?) Who can be (Dope?) Who can be (Nice?) Who can be (Beautiful?) Who can be (Word?) Who can be Me be the
female singer + (DMC)] Goodbye (And I would never ever say) Goodbye (Yo yo yo yeah, uhh, yeah.. and I would never ever say) Goodbye (Woo - and I would
heavy and the moon is bright I love this time of year I talked to you this afternoon You said you didn't have very much to do I said I'd be here So
too many miles I ainc?? got no home, no place to sleep And I rather be alone And I know what I like And I know what I feel Am I dreaming Sitting
are Believe i´m gonna have myself a ball And I don´t care if you don´t like How I act when i´m on top of your wife I´m going
, should I be so damned Should I, should I be damned Should I, should I be damned Should I, should I be damned Should I be damned
't stutter I can tell you why white milk be making yellow butter Some cats, they be shifty, some cats they be iffy So I move swiftly, play the field like ken griffey Because, I be
out and high But too late baby, bye bye Too late, too late baby, bye bye I'll be there tonight You'll get left behind Now's my time to shine I wish
here every day We can be here whenever we play And the knife is near at hand I cut myself to see who I am Reach inside, but I still can't touch The policeman
I'ma thug I'ma shoot I'ma smoke I'ma walk up on yo ass and bust yo ass in the eye I'ma roll this blunt up I'ma I'ma I'ma ride 2 da end (end) Ball till
sometimes, they say, can be good And I'm partial to it myself, well, I must confess Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness Well, there's Sartre and Camus, Nietzsche and
the night I was the baby in her arms And she was weakened by the fight I grew up fast, I grew up hard The alleyways were my backyard Momma sang at Pat