up. I jumped through time, at the count of jump (Yeah, kinda like a pun) Smashed the past and messed the whole thing up, Now there's nothing left but Post-Apocalypse Punk
You won't be around forever girl You've gotta grab life with both hands You won't be around forever girl You've gotta grab life with both hands You
Il mio annuncio diceva bassista cerca gruppo post punk, ma a rispondermi non fu un gruppo post punk. Si presento puntuale alla fermata della metro A.
Voce, manha de todo meu Voce, que cedo entardeceu Voce, de quem a vida eu sou E sei, mas eu serei Voce, um beijo bom de sol Voce, de cada tarde va Vira
wonder were you flattered I tried to get you drunk I know you're collecting disciples I know you want to be the godmother of soul punk Someday, someday
't phase me Cordless phone, eight or nine homes Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones Bank account boomin', fast lane zoomin' Known around the world for my high post
where I come from No 'mount of money can't change man, still blaze di skunk But some leave di ghetto get rich and turn punk But I won't forget my roots
the bubbles come up We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss Most crews are post current
Got a feelin that I'm losin so I've come to this conclusion I gotta gets the fuck out I can't take it anymore Caught a watchman at his post so I rushed
to Skate King back when bangin' was in And if the fiends ain't have 20, we would slang it for 10 Drankin' the gin, posted on the corners at night Sparkin
wanna pull licks but that jealousy don't fit me Let's bet on the set, I'm a vet runnin' from fifty It spell out, so I'm a post to the fullest Only servin
really know where ya goin' to? Or do you like the things that life is showin' you? Fuck around and trust yo' under-folks Like dope fiends, you leave yo' cream with Post
ain't worth shit Man I remember when that nigga used to be ridin? In that fucked up ass Pontiac And that shit was goddamn sittin? outside He had it posted
That rappin' nigga also known as Mr. Window Man 'Cause when I roll nigga I rolls deep I be killin' muthafuckas in they sleep So punk P, the situation
started recognising me. but motherfucker don't be pressurising me. got the pistol side of me. and if i pull it dahs jus excercise to me. im running out of punk
