Tekst:
Kubismon

All that blotter gonna twist up your mind You can do it just not all the time Hiding in your room you'll be feeling fine Always manage to have something

I got a fresh tattoo of a broken heart You'd think I'd learn by now but I ain't that smart Got a pocket full of nothing, a head full of lukewarm beer.

What?s up niggas and bitches (Ugh) We ain?t no motherfucking rookies at making cowards (We ain?t no rookies at making fame) Fetti nigga, that?s why I

Went up on the mountain And I give my horn a blow; Thought I heard my true love say, "Yonder comes my beau!" Bile dat cabbage down Bake dat hoe-cake

Yeeeeeee-yeah-yeah aha Well mama, ridin? down this highway, Oh highway 95 Sometimes I don?t know if I?m even dead or alive And that is why, that is

I'm goin' back south in New Orleans Get myself some of them cabbage greens Ooh, them greens, yes, them greens Oh, them greens, they call them cabbage

Je suis l'homme la tte de chou Moiti lgume moiti mec Pour les beaux yeux de Marilou Je suis all porter au clou Ma Remington et puis mon break J'tais

Sometimes I think You're trying to kill me with your stars and stripes and sometimes, sometimes your Liberty Cabbage goes dry but still your arms are

Went up on the mountain Just to give my horn a blow Thought I heard my true love say Yonder comes my beau [Chorus:] Bile them Cabbage down Turn them