Текст песни Buck 65 - Leftfielder
Buck 65 - Leftfielder слова песни
Leftfielder, living in a suitcaseComfortable shoes, photo album and toothpasteRoad atlas, learning my way aroundKissing the pavement, lucky cause I may have drownedHotel notepad, three pens for five dollarsBlack, red and blue, recommended by scholarsOn foot, talking loud and telling fortunesSteadily building up an empire and selling portionsSpinning plates, disappearing, walking the high wireSawing a woman in half, on trial by fireCall me country, I`m dry as a bonePerhaps I would die if I was aloneI pray to Saint Christopher and shout at the devilI made a million promises and have broken severalMan of the moment, trying to get some moreAnd you never heard it like this beforeFly fisherman, don`t know, don`t careStraight out of the muddle of butt fudge nowhereChampion of breakfast, reverse kleptomaniacRainy day wallflower, what did you expectPickled beats everywhere, daily pollutionEveryone`s looking for a saline solutionGive me a lawnmower, something made of woodBeat up contraptions that smoke when they heat upPygmalion, big city grease monkeyMaybe the most honest, probably the least funkyRaccoon with rabies, backstage hermit crabGive me your Zippidily Do Da and I will turn it sadPermanent scar on a smooth face of mediocrityJust leave it up to me to rock it awkwardlyTin can evangelist, trying to make some moreAnd you never heard it like this before