The only easy day is yesterday Go on and pull me underwater I know you really can't be that blind, son But I think you think you're that much smarter It makes it that much more defined Now cough it up and call your mother I see you just can't find the time But time found me without much bother I saw that boy become a man He bathed in blood just like his father And while in golden gloves and gown He found he wasn't that much smarter Now what's in you that is your own Not something you found on the highway I remember that time so long ago When you bought your soul and threw a party Now paint your face, take to the trees There's more to you than just your cover You've got them all down on their knees You've got them fucking one another You Dj'd blue and you Dj'd black So long as they count to a thousand Now get it on, don't break your back And don't walk through the public housing Now, hey, Dickholder who's your man? The scraps you catch you past the table You make it all sound like your plan But what you'd do to get that label? I see you're a bitch Hey come over here baby Hey, Dickholder who's your man? The scraps you catch you past the table You make it all sound like your plan But what you'd do to get that label? Dickholder © DIFONTAINE CARTING & ASBESTOS REM.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com