Текст песни
Pickin' in, my nose bleed
I sucked on a roach
Marching to a new beat
Bombing like coach
You were on the rebound
I was on the road
Riding in a groover
Walking like a tout
Walking in my blue jeans
Walking every dest
Running like a food chair
Smoke 'em by the fires
Song looks like a dope fiend
I would come to pairs
She was very guilty
And we had a blast
When daddy was a happy, I was on the floor
Oh, my only God, we don't do that thing no more
Trouble with the daylight, spinning like a hawk
Sitting on my butt
When daddy was a happy, I was on the floor
Oh, my only God, we don't do that thing no more
Trouble with the daylight, spinning like a hawk
Sitting on my butt
Sell me Christ from the star
When daddy was a happy, I was on the floor
Oh, my only God, we don't do that thing no more
Trouble with the daylight, spinning like a hawk
Sitting on my butt
When daddy was a happy, I was on the floor
Oh, my only God, we don't do that thing no more
Trouble with the daylight, spinning like a hawk
Sitting on my butt
Sell me Christ from the star
Sell me Christ from the star
Tempting on the higher
Tempting on the higher