Limp Bizkit - Clunk [Three Dollar Bill, Yall$] 1997 | Текст песни

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• Clunk [Three Dollar Bill, Yall$] 1997

Clunk - 7x
hey mister, elevate that mic into a blister
you might need to rest up or pump that chest up
because that mental is fading, ego you over played it
you buster
you just can't be trusted
the drama, your mama must've really been disgusted
{chous}
but you got no clue
always screaming everbody owes you
well kid I never did, and never will
it's gone too far
it's gone too far and it's on
I never did
well I never did kid
it's gone too far
fuckin punks been bringing all the funk in
knowing you man you're probably not thinking
got you lips sinking
there it goes flying
over that head you'll be crying
lying in your death bed
now you're just a reject
you put your finger in Mc'y D's just to gain a little respect
{chorus}
but you got no clue
always screaming everbody owes you
well kid I never did, and never will
it's gone too far
well it's gone way to far punk
I never did
it's gone too far
you need to drop that feakin ego before you crash
before the headlights are simply glaring in your eyes and you're goin
down
what's the matter with the life that you're leadin
when you're bleedin everyone's thinking how much they hate you
it's not to late dude, just that time for you to zip up that grill
take a deep breath, look around, ain't nobody left
just a target, bullseye
still you walk around in a clown like a clown in a force field
see I'm not crazy, you're the one who's crazy
institution bound to be the only way that we can even slove this
had about as much as I can take
so do yourself a favor
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