A ring around noon time I pick up the phone A harsh voice screams "YOU'RE THE BEST!" I wish I could see all the bullshit to come. What a mess "I'll set up a tour" The voice says to me, as he takes another suck on his dope. But deep in his mind he plans to shatter all hope
It seems where getting nowhere We can't trust anyone We've been scammed again
Don't call me buddy. Cause you're a crook, and not my friend. We're gonna get you. Break your legs and stuff you in a box I hope for your sake You're in Jamaica Mr. Cox
So we wait and we wait and we twiddle our thumbs But still we can't find our break. A little voice inside says "IT'S A MISTAKE!" Then came the day That blew us away We said "WE'RE ALL FED UP WITH THIS!" I dial up the number but the voice says, "no longer in service"
It seems where getting nowhere We can't trust anyone We've been scammed again
Don't call me buddy. Cause you're a crook, and not my friend. We're gonna get you. Break your legs and stuff you in a box I hope for your sake You're in Jamaica Mr. Cox
So take my advice, and listen to me. Don't bite at the very first bait. Sign your name and you could seal your fate. Do not expect fame to come without pain. Don't trust anyone that you meet This business is war, and you can never retreat
It seems where getting nowhere We can't trust anyone We've been scammed again
Don't call me buddy. Cause you're a crook, and not my friend. We're gonna get you. Break your legs and stuff you in a box I hope for your sake You're in Jamaica Mr. CoxTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
