Baby, I don't know what it's like I don't know what it's like Here I've been hanging up myself About disco 2012 Baby, I don't know what it's like I don't know what it's like So I've been hanging up myself About disco 2012
Disco twenty Disco twenty (twelve) Disco twenty Disco twenty (twelve) Disco twenty Disco twenty (twelve) Disco twenty Disco twenty Shish, let me take up of that for ya So it's that when he see's death is coming' for ya Shut the door out up on a brighter day Or cop out, jump out onto the freeway Next step on death up the wrong way Open up a leather heart through the right gate Don't recognise a number, who the fuck is that calling? I turn three digits don't place the truth that I've been stalling [?] under the clothes line on the path When that past don't gotta be the forecast Sit back, watch sand turn into glass Glass heat turn a new form, and give a pass The power of suggestion a poor man's mule Set the sails a little higher right across the full moon Been soakin' in an open ass tomb Ran out of the room and jumped into the womb
Baby, I don't know what it's like I don't know what it's like So I've been hanging up myself About disco 2012 (The present day's so easy to-)
The present day's so easy to forget Just don't forget those speakin' to the poor's death When that Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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