paroles de chanson Gross Sales - Benjamin Rees

Never fails
Gotta be a better way
Gross sales outweigh all the pain
That they feel today
Today

Dove is what I'm washin with whoa
Cops are sick no
Talkin shit go
Snort some more blow
Treatin her like a hoe
This winter I'm staying away from that snow
Ima find myself a chick and have me some fun than ever before
Walk in the store
Take all of the coors light
Poor them on the floor
5%'s what I asked for
Straight edge so I might ignore
You before I start a war
I mighta been bored

Since fifteen I've been seeing real shit
My bad dreams and night terrors aren't ever gonna quit
I'm a free mind with a tick that doesn't match
I was a sick child you might agree that I was not the catch
Mighta been a while since you've seen this dope without a match
The dopest you didn't know it
The slowest is how you rollin
The highest is where I'm going
I'm a giant your mind is blowing
Bang!
Just hit a rock
Coming up to the stop sign
Sang me a song till I missed the deadline
Fuck
Just missed the best thing ever
Ya I kissed it way whatever
Might as well pack up this dresser
Half with my clothes and the rest with this cheddar
Cappin these hoes now my mind is better
Strapping this load to the double decker
Ya I'm talkin about my pecker
Ha
It tells the weather
Dove is what I'm washing with whoa
Cops are sick no
Talkin shit go
Snort some more blow
Treatin her like a hoe
This winter I'm staying away from that snow
Ima find myself a chick and have me some fun than ever before
Walk in the store
Take all of the coors light
Poor them on the floor
5%'s what I asked for
Straight edge so I might ignore
You before I start a war
I mighta been bored

Fuck a cop
Fuck a doc
Fuck you all can suck my cock
Till the damn things falling off
Ima nut and you will cough
Gotta go and take a walk
Ya walk it off
Like you might walk the dog
A week of the month ya check the clock
Family man with the job
You better check the stock
Markets crashing
Harvest fast if you want cash in lasting ways
Put me in and double it in a few days
Laughing as we take it all to the bank
Dancing on the graves of these flakes

Dove is what I'm washing with whoa
Cops are sick no
Talkin shit go
Snort some more blow
Treatin her like a hoe
This winter I'm staying away from that snow
Ima find myself a chick and have me some fun than ever before
Walk in the store
Take all of the coors light
Poor them on the floor
5%'s what I asked for
Straight edge so I might ignore
You before I start a war
I mighta been bored

Never fails
Gotta be a better way
Gross sales outweigh all the pain
That they feel today
Today