paroles de chanson Making Love to Morgan Wallen - Limp Bizkit

Damn, I miss you Chester
Sendin' love from a bass compressor (love you)
Ground control with a soul like Bowie, and I'll chop you up if I'm under pressure
I don't really wanna brag (brag)
I'm just tellin' that I'm leaving with a bag (bag)

High five to the scarred and the strange (strange)
From the outlaw that'll never get tamed (woo)
Bizkit beats from the pirate band
Signed this deal with a lobster hand (lobster)
Freestyle like a bowling pin
Flex these bars on a dolphin fin (Dolf Lungren)

Life's too short, but I can't complain (what)
Doin' backflips on a candy cane (what)
Ride my scooter with a cape at night
And I'm a high-five me a traffic light (woop woop)
I blink twice then I teleport
Got kicked out of the Trump Resort (what)

Bought this cloud on a payment plan
Then I ghosted out in a minivan
Mic in my hand like a waffle cone
Spittin' out syrup in the twilight zone
Got no job but I'm on the clock
And you can't stop me 'cause the sh- don't stop

Hey ladies (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
When you're hot, you're hot (yeah)
When you're not, you're not (nope)
Hey fellas (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
When you're hot, you're hot (yeah)
When you're not, you're not

You know I'm hot
How many licks 'til the pepper gonna pop?
Told my cap it's the CEO
Then I moonwalked in a UFO
Mic my shoes with a Christmas wreath
Droppin' these bars while I brush my teeth
Flippin' this verse like a boomerang
Landed on stage in your -

Backpack filled with a new disease
Tellin' my doubts I'm hard to please
We don't care, we bounce on clouds
Sing off-key, and we're still too loud
Bizkit drops, the place explodes
Jumpin' through life in my pantyhose
Still no job but I'm on the clock
And you can't stop me 'cause the sh- don't stop

Hey ladies (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
When you're hot, you're hot (yeah)
When you're not, you're not (nope)
Hey fellas (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
When you're hot, you're hot (yeah)
When you're not, you're not

I see through your act and I still enjoy the show
Yeah
No dance, no chance
No dance, no chance
No chance
No toast, no ghost
No toast, no ghost
No ghost
No bets, no debts
No bets, no debts
No debts

Oh, too bad!
Too bad gotta deal with the
Some of y'all too big for your britches
How's about a high-five for the good girls and the good guys?
C'mon!
Too bad gotta deal with the
Some of y'all too big for your britches
How's about a high-five for the good girls and the good guys?
You know who you are!

Turn it up!
I made this mother- diamond plated
Makin love to Morgan Wallen in an elevator
I'll be turnin' on you - like a generator
I'll be the greatest - that you ever hated
That you ever hated