Oh that I could bend My tongue outwards Leave your lungs hurting Tuckin' my shirt in Pants I wear so well Cross your T's shirt smells Worse than your lyin' Caught my dad cryin' Loose like the wind From the rough we get par Sleet city woman Waiting to spar I'm drowning for your thirst Drowning for your thirst Drowning for your thirst Drowning for your thirst Getting off the candelabra We call her Barbara Breeding like larva She rabble rousing Dental surf combat Get out those hard-hats And sing us some skat Blade gushers gush Chained and perfumed I don't need a minister to call me a groom No soap in the John No soap in the John No soap in the John No soap in the John But I'm rattled by the rush Rattled by the rush Rattled by the rush Rattled by the rush Rattled by the rush Rattled by the rush Rattled by the rush Rattled by the rush (Makes you wanna say your prayers) Rattled by the rush Rattled by the rush Rattled by the rush Rattled by the rush (Makes you wanna say your prayers) Rattled by the rush Rattled by the rush Rattled by the rush Rattled by the rush (Makes you wanna say your prayers) Rattled by the rush Rattled by the rush Rattled by the rush Rattled by the rush (Makes you wanna say your prayers) © TREBLE KICKER MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com