i never wrote a song about the death of the microphone thats cuz i'd be wrong cuz the flow is still right at home this is not the drums and the samples your 'findin stale i know what i'm doin, i'm just pullin the lions tail, all by my self
are we dancing or are we dead? the world is not the same, we can make this shit cool again the world is not ashamed to fall in love with something so.... pop-pop-poppy bubblegum you're caught in the undertow, it's uncontrolled
wait, oh no, why don't you leave me alone? we pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum wait, i've been waiting to sell my soul we pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum
stickin my head in the mouth of a lion throw me off the top of the mountain of Zion everybody's sellin out and nobody is buyin at least if you sold out it means that youre tryin to get outta your mom's basement, you'll be doin a dirty job forever 10 years from now in the same situation fuck it, you'll never get 35 and clever why are we so afraid to make music that people like? if it aint cool to be pop than what did the Beatles write? you wanna be evil? imagine writing an evil song they play on the radio, it's like bringin evil to life!
are we dancing or are we dead? the world is not the same, we can make this shit cool again the world is not ashamed to fall in love with something so.... (pop-pop-poppy) bubblegum you're caught in the undertow, it's uncontrolled
wait, oh no, why don't you leave me alone? we pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum wait, i've been waiting to sell my soul we pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum
I've been waiting I've been waiting to sell my soul I've been waiting I've been waiting to sell my soul I've been waiting I've been waiting to sell my soul
pop that bubblegum shit sick and mischevious troublesome shit evil and devious, itchin to kill suicidal rythmn, fistful of pills shakin and twitchin and flailin around if you werent before youre feelin it now sweat on your brow, muscles are tense this is the panic of jumpin the fence
something intense im in the game while you're humpin the bench stumblin, mumblin, trynna make sense, while youre watchin your life come crumblin in what is your life bout, music or drugs? that doesnt make sense, your music sucks! that means that one is effecting the other time to clean up your act mother fucker!!!
wait, oh no, why don't you leave me alone? we pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum wait, I've been waiting to sell my soul we pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum
wait, oh no, why don't you leave me alone? we pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum wait, I've been waiting to sell my soul we pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum
wait, oh no, why don't you leave me alone? we pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegum wait, I've been waiting to sell my soul we pop that bubblegum, we pop that bubblegumTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
