Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Kid RockНазвание : Black BobДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rock hard rock alternative rock rap alternative Видео:
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But now they all pay to see what they were getting free How bout them days and now you don`t know what to say Ain`t it funny how the sun can shine and then hide away And it`s a long way on a they say highway, I`m still runnin` A lonesome freeway of uncut my way, can you feel me comin` A tombstone ugly, and if you judge me, better watch for me comin` In a fifty-nine drop top blood red cadillac Knock knockin`, black Bob at your door Still rockin`, everybody say that Knock knockin`, black Bobby at your door Knock knockin`, looking for a payback They used to say Ritchie boy, he got no sense But now they say oh Bobby man, he was my best friend Ain`t it funny how the glory and the stories and the times can change And no sense Ritchie just bought himself a big fucking airplane And it`s a long way on a they say highway, I`m still runnin` A lonesome freeway of uncut my way, can you feel me comin` A tombstone ugly, and if you judge me, better watch for me comin` In a fifty-nine drop top blood red cadillac Knock knockin`, black Bob at your door Still rockin`, everybody say that Knock knockin`, black Bobby at your door Knock knockin`, looking for a payback I grew up in the back woords, I hung in the crack hoods I learned to pimp like a mack should I could have been a rich man like pops I never kissed ass and those days since passed Here I stand like Jesus I don`t need this, fuck you ho`s can squeeze this I can`t believe this, I`m so wasted From all the fruits of life that I`ve tasted Never a clone on the microphone I got shit built up cause I never felt loved at home And all alone`s how I spent my free time Writin` freak rhymes and drinkin` cheap wine Easy whips and a cracker I`m the master blaster, no one cuts faster The king of disaster is who I am ho And I`ll be rippin` the fuckin` rhymes And I`ll make your mother shit her pants bro So, so, you better watch your back Watch for me comin`, watch for me comin` In a fifty-nine drop top blood red cadillac Knock knockin`, black Bob at your door Still rockin`, everybody say that Knock knockin`, black Bobby at your door Knock knockin`, looking for a payback | Похожие исполнители:
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