Bizzy Bone
Bizzy Bone - Fine Talkers songtekst
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I'm fed up with your lies I am tired of your promises. Your words make me sick, Your words make me sick, I am tired of your promises. Your words make me sick, Impostor of modern times Fine talkers, fine talkers You've big mouth, great defenders Fine talkers, fine talkers You could betray your mothers You don't know the doubt. Your road is sown of swindle. you think you're with shelter. Deceiver, fear our anger. You, policies You, opportunists You, careerists You, fucking liars You, policies You, opportunists You, careerists You, fucking liars Fine talkers, fine talkers You've big mouth, great defenders Fine talkers, fine talkers You could betray your mothers It's over, I hope it's over. You will not win over anybody anymore. We will stop you in your insane race Be afraid, fear me. take care of your ass. Your thirst of power Cannot dried up. You'll get wasted by your acts Early or late, your time will come.