Sitting burden on the office chair Empty mind, empty bank account If this is your piece Your piece is a mess to me Hundreds killed on the Internet Life
Prijevod: Podjela Laura Lee. Black City.
Sitting burden on the office chair Empty mind, empty bank account. If this is your piece, your piece is a mess to me. Hundreds killed on the internet
stand up for yourself like I stand up for myself that's no way to be, flat down on your knees friendship's bad side means all the things you need partnership
I'm on a million dollar trip and it's making me sick infected and tired I'm in need for help I'm in need for help in need for trust in need for love
I walk on broken glass I step on dying kings I see their bags are packed with cuts of mirrors I walk on broken glass all skin open wide they take my
electric I'm not your toy you're not on my list I'll guess you won't resist cause if you leave it all to trust you ain't got shit like radio hits, its
I got my self a secret home far beyond the walls of what you may own I got my self a secret place another fucking waste for the human race did you got
I will never run you got nothing on me KGB I know that you can't see me I will never hide that's just not my way CIA don't know what I did today [Chorus
You need to get some You need to get some You need to get some You need to get Cuz everybody is havin' fun Everybody is havin' fun And everyone keeps
a hold of the leads that I need there is no end to the streets I'm on my knees and I wish some day things will get better I've been trapped in this black
do you have what it takes if not, give them your hands so they can take control give them a price so they can buy your soul don't get to low proudly
I'm not your toy for penetration I'm not the buzz in the information I'm not no sick sexual saviour I'm your fucking bad behaviour it's never that easy
I been waiting for a while but I guess it's up to me I been thinking for some time how to get things where I want don't know if you got it but at least
