Tripp. There you go. Come take this feeling, when the past goes, make a wish, follow Katrina
What's the point? Why bother? I can't remember him either What's the point? Why bother? I can't remember her face What's the point? Why bother? I can't remember them either What's the point? Why bother? I have shit memory too
Come take this feeling, when the past goes, sometime you'll learn a thing or two Couldn't feel Katrina You cry in the morning, after lunch. Like now you probably wanna go to sleep. It's always three times longer, as long I bust a cap three times a day and don't skip a meal I'm good though [?] keeping me [?]. But there's sand in my underpants from the ocean [?] like mine
What's the point? Why bother? So, what's the point? Why bother? I have shit memory too
Come take this feeling, when the past goes, sometime you'll learn a thing or two Come take this feeling, when the past goes, sometime you'll learn a thing or two from your brother, TrippTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
