paroles de chanson Blue Eyes Ultimate - Cat Farmer

Hectic as I can be
A marvel like I'm Stan Lee
Lookin for the dough
Like I was plottin on Bambi
Damn he
Doesn't really ask for much
Just a bit out of touch
He wishes that he could trust folks
Been out of luck
Still treated em with the utmost
Respect, need to hit the Motherfuckin reset
Button on the world
And load up one of the presets
I play too much
Like it's motherfuckin recess
Go up in ya church
Replace the priest with a priestess
Thesis is
That I don't know what I'm doin
And if you're an influence
You better keep it congruent
And do it like you're affluent
You gotta fuck with the movement
And get into it to view it
And realize you can pursue it
Investigate, Nancy Drew it
And get it stuck like you glued it
I'm runnin out of the beat
And these lyrics are fuckin stupid

Got the hidden trap card
Fightin in the backyard
Cats woop ya ass
Set fire to the squad cars
At large
Now bustin out the surprise rap
Glad wrap
Run up in ya house with the bad cat
Babycat
Somethin like Baghdad in '03
That's how my mind feels
Runnin through a mine field
In high heels
But that really ain't the move
So I
Drink a lot so I could
Go to sleep soon, I
Live my life like I don't care
Gung Ho
Pretty fuckin dumb
But it's also pretty fun though
Some don't know
That our time's runnin out fast
So I do funny shit
To keep myself from feelin bad
An odd way to live
But it's pretty rad
And it stay pretty dope with the
Babycat
Sometimes I write dumb shit
When I'm sad

Jaxon, Tyler, and Todd
Run up in the studio
Makin hot shit
Get the message like Mercutio
Shakespeare reference
Probably learn that shit in skoolio
Jam til we're hungry
Then we go and get some foodio
Movin Os
Just like the spoon in ya Cheerios
Got the armor on
Now we movin like imperials
There we go
Trained for the motherfuckin
Bloodshed
Melee specialists
We don't even need to pump lead
Go ahead, smoke me
That's what the bud said
Fuck feds man
ACAB til I'm undead
Drum heads
Never seen a beatin like this
Been here for a while
Now I gotta take a piss
Got blood on the jeans
Got blood on the fists
Got the shackles of society
Stuck up on my wrists
Sayin shit like that
Probably got me on a list
But what can they do to me
I don't even exist