The Turbo A.C.'s
The Turbo A.C.'s - Nothing's Forbidden lyrics
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Nothing’s forbidden Nothing’s forbidden Nothing’s forbidden Nothing’s forbidden for us, for us Gold teeth greasy hair, tattoos everywhere Middle fingers in the air yeah yeah we don’t care We only go where eagles dare Hell yeah heavens no yeah we ain’t scared Juvenile with style, FBI file On a mission with no pot to piss in What’s up? They all suck, I think they better duck Job #1 is fuck shit up tonight, tonight… Nothing’s forbidden Nothing’s forbidden Nothing’s forbidden Nothing’s forbidden for us, for us Deep fried cyanide, insane certified Outta sight, out all night, fuck, fight… all right! Turn off the simulator, turn on the stimulator, in the 70 RT Challenger Soaking wet drenched with sweat, Blood and beer with no regrets Celebrities don’t mean shit to me Luxuries ain’t what I need tonight, tonight… Nothing’s forbidden Nothing’s forbidden Nothing’s forbidden Nothing’s forbidden for us, for us
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Language: English
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