on the generator No good food in my frigidator, damn And I'm late for work Don't that sound bad, horrible, no inspiration, no goals I know it sound like
Перевод: T-Pain. Звуки Bad.
't hear the worst Got the whole house running on the generator No good food in my frigidator Damn, and I'm late for work Don't that sound bad Horrible
t hear the worst Got the whole house running on the generator No good food in my frigidator Damn, and I'm late for work Don't that sound bad Horrible
em off G.P. Mom I'm sorry I cant let you berry Don't worry just comecary And some letters plus some phone time momma What's the golden rule don't turn
rains, Guess it pours, yes it does, wish there wasn't any pain. But I can't pretend there ain't, I ain't placin' any blame, I ain't pointin' fingers,
call me Nickel the OJ the Glove I got a Posse of Insane Clowns; blow your brains on your opposite ear Then ask you how your brain sounds Bad, evil, weirdo
zone, outta my throne I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY) [Chorus] I ain't tellin anyone you pussy I ain't tellin anyone you gettin extored It ain't
the sound of my heartbeat Can't let go... Do you know I'm feeling the pain Of my first love? I won't let it go... Can't let go I do this from
time, one planet, one race It's all one blood, don't care about your face The color of your eye or the tone of your skin Don't care where ya are Don't
you mind over matter 'gather round the sound Yeah gather 'round the sound It don't get better, gather 'round the sound Come on. gather 'round the sound
't seem to grasp Candy-coated pain is like a ball and chain Pulling me closer to death, i feel closer to death now Candy-coated pain is like a ball and
away And waste it on some pain Pay that girl to spank me With her belt of leather Or feel the shower of her golden rain I know it may sound crazy, But
that I’m blessin, ain’t no second guessin. Kid, heed the lesson. subtraction, addition. Reward for submission. Ain’t no debate. I won’t stop till I’m
Ja, and shit ain't even half as tight Hey, you feeling me? Niggas don’t wanna get to close, I’m cut throat Throw em away like bad clothes You ain't know
know had some second thoughts he's covered with scabs and he is broken and sore the me that you know doesn't come around much that part of me isn't here anymore all pain
Sound is my remedy feeding me energy Music is all I need. Baby, I just wanna dance I don't really care I just wanna dance I don't really care... care
