Well I tried to paint my mind But now I'm stuck here in the middle Got this scalpel in my hand I'm operating on this riddle Got my tongue on tight-knot On my forehead placed a label Took all my inspiration Cause your name was on the table
Let's talk about me, Let's talk about you, I know your type I know exactly what you wanna do And if the money's right You think I'd disagree? So sell your single twenty Pop a head and sell the script? And sell yourself Don't be a fool Sell yourself Sell yourself Don't be a fool Sell yourself Sell yourself
All my memory shard becomes dirty little pieces Choking on your cancer, waitin' on to new releases No more need to operate You are ready for the masses Nothing more to give you You are ready for the masses
Let's talk about me, Let's talk about you, I know your type I know exactly what you wanna do And if the money's right You think I'd disagree? So sell your single twenty Pop a head and sell the piece? And sell yourself Don't be a fool Sell yourself Sell yourself Don't be a fool Sell yourself Sell yourself
Sell yourself Sell yourself Sell yourself
Sell yourself Don't be a fool Sell yourself Sell yourself Don't be a fool Sell yourself Sell yourselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
