La la la la, la la la la La la la la, excuse me, eh La la la la, la la la la La la la la, la la la la
Excuse me That I’m leaving the kief life I could go left But I choose the right side No stop signs No matter if it’s rain or shine I walk the line Walk it, walk it, walk the line
Top of the ice-peak Where the plants will never blossom But I guess it’s OK When I'm drunk on white russians And I got one last cigarette left Oh shit, oh shit
Nahuy nado, Tommy never wore Prada My sweat is my scatter Ferrari is my Lada No homo, this magic throat Makes me money But this printed paper Never made me happy No real job Just hanging with my bitch I wish I had a brother Something like Klitschko So I’d never feel alone Like I do Fuck a million views Fuck expensive food Fuck
If I am a vision Then I can see clearly Struggling to focus It’s getting hard to feel it I rarely feel the ground I really try to grip it I’m really tired of trying I want to just skip it, yeah (Could I just skip it)
Skip, skip
La la la la, la la la la La la la la, la la la la La la la la, la la la la La la la la, la la la la La la la la, la la la la La la la la, la la la la La la la la, la la la laTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.