Look at that jerk hangin’ on his phone Look at that gay, ridiculous he’s roaming around Look at that junkie with exhausted veins Look at the nigger, released n’ free from his chains Look at that mess, look at all these stains
Lookin’ down from my window to the square I enjoy the wally’s fair I’d like to join them but I don’t even dare Look at that bitch, showin’ off her tits I’m gonna grab her ass n’ fuck until I break her hips Look at her man, proud as a peacock, shinin’ bright Look at their outward bliss The way they display simple smile From here I see any kind of crap
I won’t rise to fame nor catch the girls I’m out of touch, don’t play the game I withdraw to new positions ... The foetal one in such a caseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
