a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu garnier – enpsychopete

[verse 1]

last night i drank too much
again i stayed late, watched
clips on youtube, videos, all night
it’s why in the morning bed hold me so tight
get to work for 7:00, 6:69 – close enough
shit’s too real, fuck it, go for puff
phones ringing, people want something from me
b-tch fuck off, fucking blow me
what happened – boy in darkness called for guidance
fell like k!lling him for disturbing the sound of silence
what? don’t know how to get where? – oh the stupid questions
21st century – still call me for directions
like if google didn’t do selfies at all of intersections
yes, that means you’re stupid – no objections
ok, b-tch, slow down, can’t speak gibberish
or whatever language you’re communicating with
et phone home, motherfucker, stand on the gr-ss
put finger in the sky and then shove it up your -ss
make the moment last

[verse 2]

people in gl-ss houses shouldn’t be throwing stones
or people at gl-ss farms shouldn’t be sucking on rib bones
shout at sir paul who found jesus in green
or st. peter at the gates, in love with them weeds
legalize weed – sure whatever, i don’t give a dime
can you legalize and not shit on booze at the same time?
st. peter, guess i ain’t going through that heaven door
my bimmer’s big 740 v8 4.4
and i step on that b-tch
i got that power, it’s got that screech
get me out of jane and finch
straight face, ac cool, no twitch
look at me, lanes switch
just saying, ain’t a sales pitch
you still in that civic, muffler big as your mammas -ss
sound’s all that happens when stepping on the gas
gas gr-ss or -ss – nobody rides for free
wifey’s buying gas – 100th problem for me
went to sleep – yet again – nothing to see

[verse 3]

babe you’re all that matters to me
salute, call me marshal, be
a singer – was who i wanted to be
well, i tried, went for the summer sound
it’s like they invented tape with c side
not really though, wanted to be a writer, oh well
you know, blogger happened, now everyone’s an orwell
it’s like when one hamster in england wanted his rims black
and now alloys in the garage waiting for noughts to come back
for xzibit to pimp them up on the street again
in them red lights, mood set up for atm
she ain’t like that, sure buddy, but i’ll give a pound
that she’ll be all on that nasty stuff when you’re not around
summer poppin’, beat droppin’, her heels knockin’
man all she cares about is some no neighbour volume on fuckin’
shit, b-tches be crazy on some alcohol
choking on that d-ck like it’s 2 am – last call

- enpsychopete

lirik lagu lainnya :

YANG LAGI NGE-TRENDS...