paroles de chanson Fuck Regret - Insane Clown Posse

Shaggy the Airhead on the beat
That's right
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Yo, ninja, give them wicked clowns some eardrums
Four minutes dude
We got some shit to spit and if you dig it say "Fuck that shit too"
I'm speakin' on regret and beatin' ourselves up over past mistakes
Regrets are bastard snakes infectin' brains, let's blast 'em
Clean the slates
Fuck all that coulda, woulda shoulda, woulda bullshit
You don't know shit, ho
You gots it backwards
Would've wound up jack worse in a black hearse
No regrets on spittin' that, hoes regret skippin the track
Regrets are poltergeists to the brain, Satanic attack (thunder)
Fuck lookin' back, lets look ahead
Came from wack to fresh instead
My life was somethin' to dread
Now it's better than hooker head
Real time baby, (Yeah)
No cassette (Mmm)
You can't rewind or forward shit (Nope)
Ain't no pause to this life of yours
But you can always press eject
Now you're posted at your mama place
Roasted, in a china vase
With you roasted, she don't mind the space
A toast to your vagina face
Once dead, you can forever look back and sweat what you wanna sweat
But while I'm living my life alive
I'm screamin' "Fuck Regret!"
Fuck regret!

Choices, we make them
Chances, we take them
Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin'
I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling, "Fuck regret!"
Choices, we make them
Chances, we take them
Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin'
I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling, "Fuck regret!"

"Man, if I only coulda-" Fuck that shit!
You didn't bitch, so what? (So what!)
Make up a hand sign that means "scrub life"
And throw that shit the fuck up
I got two fat bitches, hippopotamuses, clearin' thirty dishes
Who gives a fuck what I be doin'
If I made different decisions
I bump into good luck on daily
Everywhere I go we meet again
It's like the shit's stalkin' me
Hawkin' me, like it need a friend
It's almost scary, very, like we got the same itinerary
I said, "What in the fuck? It's good luck! You again?"
He told me, "Call me Larry"
So take your crystal balls, superstitions, intuitions, and visions
And fuck outta my face
Unless you want a my-foot-in-your-ass collision
I'm sorry, some of the roads I took in life were dead ends
And if they fucked you up somehow kid
That wasn't my intentions (Nope)
If it was, you'd be dead, worms livin' in your bitch-ass butt cheek
So if you wanna trip on that shit
I'll kick yo ass to this beat
I don't dwell if anything go wrong
I'm just too strong, I move on
Just finished this, spittin' this verse
Now my shit already wrote for the next two songs

Choices, we make them
Chances, we take them
Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin'
I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling, "Fuck regret!"
Choices, we make them
Chances, we take them
Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin'
I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling, "Fuck regret!"
(Fuck regret, fuck regret, fuck regret, fuck regret)

Fuck regret!

Choices, we make them
Chances, we take them
Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin'
I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling, "Fuck regret!"
Choices, we make them
Chances, we take them
Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them
We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin'
I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling, "Fuck regret!"