Lyrics DOSTOYEVSKY - Tommy Cash

I play hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey all day
I'm cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky like a
Skinny boy, fat animals get out of my way
They call me God, all the bitches just play
I'm lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky all the way
Smile on my face, why the sky so grey?
I smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, where the ashtray?
Sorry, what? I didn't hear what you say
Oh lord, I think I got a problem
Woke up in a Harem, if I get it, then I got 'em
Yah, dick in her ass, smoother ahh, чё?
Ah, ah, ah, yeah
Dick in her ass, her pussy smells like seaweed
Run with the Aquaman, I could eat a kiwi
Moët on my peepee, and you still don't believe me
I'm so rare, you will never see me
On my tongue, girl, la-la-la
Peelin' my banana-na
From a world of stamina
Sounds like [?], na-na-na
Kiss girls, 'cause I can talk fast
(A. G. Cook, live in list twenty [?])
Gopnik on the streets, Dostoyevsky on the sheets
Kanye East with my words — best friend with your clit, yeah
Pussy tastes like corkscrew, bitches call me Scissorhands
Not good for fingering, but they might cut hella bands
Got a way with words, I'm good with my mouth
I be livin' in the streets because that song burned my house
It's getting hot in here, if we measure by the temperature
Got the fifth gear in smoking, with agents and managers
I play hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey all day
I'm cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky like a
Skinny boy, fat animals get out of my way
They call me God, all the bitches just play
I'm cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky like a
Smile on my face, why the sky so grey?
I smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, where the ashtray?
Sorry (A. G.), but I didn't hear what you say.