Текст песни House Of Pain - Fed Up, слова песни House Of Pain

Текст песни House Of Pain - Fed Up

House Of Pain - Fed Up слова песни

Lord have mercyLord have mercyI got demons running through my slateThey like to creep when my thoughts get deepScheming, trying to find a place to fit inAnd manifest itself in the form of a sinIf I was rin tin tin Id rip the skin off of lassieThe shit you talk is idle threatening to blast meYou high on gas like a rastaman bought itDont set it off kid and get me startedCause youre highly regarded when youre dearly departedBut mommas still crying asking God why inThe world could you take her only childWhen you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwildTo keep it real kid you gots to stay humbleYou cant fumble and if you gots to rumbleThen word to bryant gumble Im a live for todayAnd God bless the man that steps in my wayCause if I said it somebodys getting wettedSo just keep your cool and everythings copaseticPull out your heater kid spit your razorAnd minell still be the intellect that plays yaCause when the mike check Im high tech skills are apparentYou can play the child kid Ill play the parentCause Im a be responsible for your schoolingBut I wont change your diapers or do your car poolinChorusGet up Ill break ya down a little somethenIm fed up its time to go head huntinDead up too many crews be frontinIm fed up its time to go head huntinGet up Ill break ya down a little somethinIm fed up its time to go head huntinDead up too many crews be frontinIm fed up its time to go head huntinLord have some mercy on my soulNow why everybody making shit thats unrealCause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appealForgetting all about how its supposed to feelKids be going out for the record dealSo if you pull out the clap then bust your capOr Im a make like the man and drop bomb on your gatBut dont snap cause this aint hboKid you got no benz plus you got no doughWhile you say that though you trying to gain that hoUsed to be you had to rhyme about stuff you knowI dont need mtv to make no bucksI rock styles that make you say ah who dat waz? Who that was is the man of all hoursSending all star players straight back to the showersFake hard rocks are really just cowardsI master dub plates like my names herb powersI getcha open like hunting seasonI make papers dont front on the reasonCause Im seizing up every dayYou say carpe diem I call em like I see emChorus 3

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Fed Up

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