Flash Bastard - Printed N' Cuffed | Текст песни

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Nothing matters except my matter of means
Back in the alleys there ain’t nothing for free
Hawking duds out for 20 or more
Skim off the top of all the teenage whores
Terror vision on my TV show
Follow my lead to where the news won’t go
Watch your tube I’m crawling up your lawn
Till I boost it and the thing gets pawned

Woah oh
The cops say they’ve had enough
I can hear the bars slammin shut
Printed n’ cuffed
Printed n’ cuffed
I got my ass locked up
Printed n’ cuffed

I’m a winner in the loser domain
Got the paper that declares me insane
Another reason to keep me off the street
They keep on trying to knock me off the beat
All the faces that I face everyday
Gotta figure ways to make em all pay
Dead politicians renting space in my mind
Cant quite the hustle till my pockets are lined

CHORUS

Got my cash quest runnin like a Rolex
Cops hit me like a reflex slammed me in the bucket downtown
JP just ain’t gonna free me bail jacked to the ceiling
Can’t seem to score no down in pre-trial maximum lock down
The judge must’ve knew it the devil made me do it now I’m back on the street

Woah oh
The cops say they’ve had enough
I can hear the bars slammin shut
Printed n’ cuffed
Printed n’ cuffed
I got my ass locked up
Printed n’ cuffed
Printed n’ cuffed
Printed n’ cuffed
I’m all fucked up


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