I put one down I walk around I play the game I go out and live it up I dress up nice I feel alright I get loaded And I come home late at night
We drive around Our old hometown They lit that football field On fire in '99 The trees are bare I breathe the air I hold it down real deep Before I let it out
I live upstairs I wash my hair I take my meals alone Inside the parlor room I win the war I feed the poor I get anxious And I curl up on the floor
I saw the star I walked real far I found the baby And I gave him what I got You pet my head, put me to bed A hundred million years Lit up and turned to dustTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
