paroles de chanson Rowdy - Lucy Camp

I'm twisted,
Get the gist, Ted.
I'm pissed at,
The whole

The disrespect,
Get the gist, Bret.
They don't know yet,
But they will soon though.

Hey, Tristen,
Your girl Kristen's
My friend,
Don't you think she ought to know?

They picked me
I don't pick 'em
No
Now I'm 'bout to show 'em motherfuckers how i'm useful
Ducking under the water
Got that typhoon flow
Tell me
Are you the type to drown or type to float?
Bitch I'm sweeter than diabetes in the type 2 form
Which is why they wouldn't let me when I tried to go
Sic a couple primos on them
Say goodbye to your life
If they die then you're gonna die junto
There are 3 things that you just don't ever cross
That's me, my mind, and the fine line
Punto

I get it smooth like hair right through combs
Gimme that bald ass, rare, Caillou dome
And on your knees cuz it's prayer night too folks
Gag and don't breathe like your air pipe blew smoke
Don't forget to give the air five too, bro
Bitch tried to run but her air nikes too slow
Nothin' that a multimillionaire buys, you won't
Get it when I want it for a fair price
You know

Ouchie
Good for nothing people
They don't help you
They're so lousy
Watch you bleed out
Like if watching bleed outs was arousing
They don't send the fallen saints away cuz of overcrowding
Don't exaggerate he isn't crazy he's just
Rowdy
(Just) rowdy
Rowdy
(Just) rowdy
Rowdy
(Just) rowdy
Rowdy
(Just) rowdy

It's mania
In the gymnasium
Praise him like he's in a big stadium
Spacing out so much
Even greet aliens
On my way back home
I'm a green alien
Queasy
So I keep bailing on
Any work, any stress, any help, any one
Anyone that thinks they can help
Let me know
Know all of you know more than you're letting on
I like my cup full
Better make that cup a double
Life's too damn short for that bitch not to be full frontal
Take what I can when I can buy stuff straight out the duffel
Get paid now, that's hustle
Get laid out, that's muscle
Work
Your soon to be bed is made of cedar wood
But you are never gonna live long enough to see the wood
Nenene nana
Mañana hiding in a single a bush
Nenene nana
Mañana lavando los sheets like woosh and woosh and woosh
And you'll wish
In the moment you had the luck of the Irish
I'll wear you out
Like your skin is stylish
Then tear you out
Like the skin of fried fish
I won now
Ha
Looking at the list
That's one down
You don't want a problem
Don't come 'round
You could make it right
But you're throwing the one towel
Apology letter? I only care about one vowel
Said I was a fun gal
Said I was a fun gal
I could be a fun gal
At the end, I get the bounty
It won't matter what I did
Cuz the case'll get dismissed
And the judge'll be like "man she ain't a criminal, she rowdy"

Ouchie
Good for nothing people
They don't help you
They're so lousy
Watch you bleed out
Like if watching bleed outs was arousing
They don't send the fallen saints away cuz of overcrowding
Don't exaggerate he isn't crazy he's just

Rowdy
(Just) rowdy
Rowdy
(Just) rowdy
Rowdy
(Just) rowdy
Rowdy
(Just) rowdy