Traducere: Goblini. Jagode.
Goblin [ HOOK ] x2 I got money, money my problem Love doin' math so it's money I'm solvin' Never. ever stoppin', but these niggas steady coppin' So I'm ugly with the money Ugly, ugly, Green Goblin
for battle All the enemies' like a helpless cattle Blades, arrows and hammers of war All useless and this beast wants more Olog-hai! Raging goblin
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Come and dance with me to the sound Of enchanted feet thumping on the ground And if you listen well, you're surely bound To join the dancing wildly
[Intro] So, you tell me that everything just isn't going well Well, first off [Verse 1] My only problem is death Fuck heaven, I ain't showing no religion
I'm swaggin bitch, I'm iced out, Oh u mad bitch cause I'm laying on the couch, Smoke a blunt, fuck a bitch in the butt I'm bossin, Don't give a fuck,
Therapist: you wouldn't do that Tyler kill yourself, or anyone, you don't even have the balls to begin with what you need is....me i just want to talk
Slip it in her drink And in the blink of an eye I can make a white girl look chink I don't know what to think Cause last time I attempted this shit, the
Satan's getting jealous of the wolves, The demons say they preferrin' us, Books, I'm not givin' a fuck what they referrin' us. Wolves I know you've heard
[Intro: Tyler] Nigga had the fuckin' nerve to call me immature Fuck you think I made Odd Future for? To wearin' fuckin' suits and make good decisions?
Mom is getting jealous I see my manager More than I see her before I go on tour and it hurts I miss the days where this was fun But now it turned into
I can grab the fireworks And soda all the cookies we can eat Make you nauseous but be cautious this is not dawsons creek We could sneak away, fuck it
(it's this girl) she lives next door to the store that i loiter at we talk every night, she cry to me about her guy and if we text, i get pissed when
[Verse 1] I'm a f-ckin' walkin' paradox, no I'm not Threesomes with a fuckin' triceratops, Reptar Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars Wearin' synthetic
[Verse 1: Frank Ocean] Golden rubbers in these denim pockets (denim pockets) On my waist, there's a black Glock (black Glock) New girl moved on the block
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