Buck 65 (Stinkin' Rich)
Buck 65 (Stinkin' Rich) - A Surrender to Strangeness songtekst
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Fightin' with the neighbors and screwing the wife Hip hop music ruined my life I bitch and I moan, I lie and I cheat Waiting for the night that I die in my sleep I listen to the jukebox and sit by the bar Taking care of a dog that got hit by a car Praying for salvation, needing a miracle Drowning in new music and reading material Shoe laces untied telling people I'm rich Who can't tell the difference between real art and high kitch Mouth like a broken bottle, Crooked and bottomless Half wolf, half crow, half hippopotamus Sturdy as a paper bag, as well, my face is flawed But keeping the fire going by the grace og god And I'm loate to think that we missed our chance To find a way out of this downward dance We got it all wrong Singing a song with a rock in my mouth Nobody knows what I am talking about Lost without a marketing plan and a stylist Here comes the vilest nihilist finalist Once and for all, barbed wire and rope The most beautiful woman is strung oit on dope Slowly the music died, died, died... Three white horses side by side Last chance to change, you better hurry. Quick Laying in a bed, wide awake and I'm worried sick Completelty out-foxed, I hide from the phone and I swear this pen has a mind of it's own Jaws that go through solid steel, a clenched fist A breath of fresh air for once and a French kiss The weight of the world and collapsable me I'm talking about trouble with a capital T We got it all wrong