It's as if they forefathers and they traded for peace They can lick the wound slow like they from the Northeast They resisting going easy, banking on the hearsay But they all know the man with the co-pay Hitched up in the mid they get the high to low rap It's a tight rope 'til the rope go slack It'll blow your mind but it don't get you around I ain't messin' around I ain't messin' around
So I got my gold parachute, tell my Ma I left town With my chloroform I'm in the Monet, phone it in Take a long ride down a narrow drive and you can bed down here Then come and jump me now May I Esther will you reach for the money So I don't sell the van, can't find rye, can't find mine C.A.T.S. got nine times So let the Boochie on the record and you got him on the Messin' around He only messin' around
So can we do a re-vote backed by a hard earned job Those hard-to-get-to things abound As if I don't think think thinkin' I been sippin' on the worm We was lookin' from the town lookout And say preach buy them treats and does God he pray Father told 'em pick 'em off the fallen tree But Father pick 'em off the Tyvek So we get caught up on the mountain, still no paycheck To be found I ain't messin' around Are you sorted Are you sound, are you sound, are you sound Are you sortedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
