Testi musica canzoni

Now its your type o mad Jinx the mad sucker with a tail.
Ive got my life worked up it aint as cheap as one thinks.
Ive got links on it, the same internet porn,
aint as deep as Ive been now Ive got Justin in my corner.
I creep up but they dont want me back in
you know my love is so big I think my head is cracking,
smacking my face and always giving me the baseline,
dead in a days time, give back whats mine.
This aint no rhyme about a junky on run
another punk with a gun. Now when you get it, meet the mad fun.
So get on your feet and get in pack with the deal
the beats on the wheel, now how do you feel.
The cool vibe from my lyrical solo
I beat on your chest when Im bouncing like yoyo.
This story is old just like the tales Ive told.
But mark my words it will turn into gold.

All right, weve got it right all right.
Weve got it right all right.
Weve got it right all right.

We dig around fanatics, tall and fallen manics
and the planets breaking down with god the only mechanic around,
faking firm ground, fucking up the program
so now Im working on my devious master plan.
Its all about these crazy comic relieves
you know Wooster and Jeeves and modern prophets you never believe,
we get them all on a boat leave out all the rules,
the white pigeons, and sail the ship of fools.

All right, weve got it right all right.
Weve got it right all right.
Weve got it right all right. x3