't let him die today, no Oh no, we ain't tryin' to see You go, I want you here beside me I don't want it to change, don't die Now as far as my weaknesses
AKA I-D-I-O-T, don't know Who the hell I'm supposed to be I-D-I-O-T, AKA I-D-I-O-T Yeah that's me, I-D-I-O-T I put up with being laughed at 'Cause I
.O.O.D. food, food F.O.O.D. food, food G.O.O.D. good, good F.O.O.D. food, food Food, food Food, food Food F.O.O.D. food, food F.O.O.D. food, food F
O-O-D food, food F-O-O-D food, food G-O-O-D good, good F-O-O-D food, food Food food Food food Food F-O-O-D food, food F-O-O-D food, food F-O-O-D food
and it pushes down Breaking our knees deep into the ground And faulting, on the preside Once again I just can't decide What's up with this world What the fuck, I can't
It take a big bean but butte, we'll surely rumble (x3) King kong will fall As will the great wall And the whole damn town will crumble It take a big
war goin' on Don't know why I call the fight to dawn Riotin', lootin' suburbia Urban rowdies, disturbia, yeah Last call, last call from home Can't stop Godzilla Can't
forgetting all at once And I never once felt more alive, alive, alive Speeding up the pace on the machine Calling radio and magazines Hate my job can't
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 I don't wanna be a number Just like being a prisoner I just wanna stay free Don't wanna be a number three Oh, I don't wanna be
am the tree I'm everything you want to be 'Cause I be struttin' like a G.O.D. 'Cause I be struttin' like a G.O.D. 'Cause I be struttin' like a G.O.D.
It's the T-O-R-N-A-D-O It's the T-O-R-N-A-D-O It's the prototype It's the double strike From the get go It's the T-O-R-N-A-D-O It's the T-O-R-N-A-D-O
I don?t need you, I just need me I don?t believe in you, so don?t believe in me I don?t need you, I just need me I don?t believe in you, ao don?t believe
The art of losing is not hard to learn To lose, forget, and leave behind Forget one moment, never to return Surreptitiously declined. The first cut is
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wails into the groove that's called the blast he'll knock your socks right up your ass so be a man and use your wrist don't chicken out you little bitch charlie don't
yo! g! phat! dope! tongue... kid! son! muthafukkaaa!
This the song that won't go fast try to sing along but it won't last stand around and wait for the blast beat anxiety tickles both your feet this is going