[Hook] Yeah, yeah I just wanna rock, at an angle At an obtuse, calling at an obtuse I just wanna rock, at an angle Gripping wood and grain Hawking, hawking turning lanes I just wanna rock, at an angle At an obtuse, calling at an obtuse I just wanna rock, at an angle At an obtuse, calling at an obtuse
[Verse 1] Steel station, street sweep your surface, Sir Sargent Slaughter No service cellphone worthless, I'mma purchase Everything perfect, straw like salamander sandals, sandy serpent 4th down and 10 you get tackled, astroturf ribs Gridiron, chill fries, deep sea, Kawasaki oil And my blood's gone boil, temperature rises, might meet me Outside the fire, lions, tigers Swangin' just like Mark McGwire, swang like Forest Whitaker
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[Verse 2] Carpal tunnel cars and tunnels, the summer cold, tundra Be prepared to bundle stomach crunches and lunges Lunches in dungeons, thunder from down under, disgruntle Longevity, lunar eclipses, gypsy style travel Trapezoid travel bags, terrified tandems Can't fathom my phenom, my python venomous Dennis the menace dimensions Ignorant Lima beans the size of time machines We diced on ice on devices made by Nike, night lights Made from carbon Copy Swiss rockets, my pitches, side of lockets of necklace Of orphans eating porridge outside of the queen's fortress Who can afford Porsches but refuse to purchase Soul components for the young and unfortunate
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
