|
Manson Lyrics - Artist : Bones
People look at you still today 20 years later and they still have no idea what you're about
Tell me in a sentence who you are Nobody I'm nobody I'm a tramp, a bum mobile I'm a boxcar and a jug of wine I got long hair like the Hanson brothers But when I flip the switch, Charles Manson coming That Marilyn Manson bumping The switch is sweet and I'm gutting That TeamSESH get to thumping The whole block get to jumping Now my gun's enough Too crack for young Bones lurking in the night Back, backing drugs Never backing slugs Only packing blades I'm never lacking brains Lay you on you back, and you pray I don't represent no state I don't represent no city I don't represent no area code Fuck where you living These girls say that I'm different So these boys wanna fight Better lock up your wife Keep your daughter in your sight It's the try with the high It's the game with the flames It's the punks with the blunts It's the motherfucking team Glass in the street Rats in the hall Need at least 7 digits If you tryna get a call Bitch like Lara Croft Tomb Raider Glocks Pull up to the spot Catching waves in the yacht Bowling on top Tennis on the bottom Mothers bringing champagne Me, I'm doing notta You keep the luring You keep the product Rather ride hand me downs Whipping in Impalas Dreaming bout Paris Thinking bout my father Better charge the camera If you tryna catch the come up Cash, money, change Same one as Turk Back in '98 Young thuggin' in the dirt I'm putting in the hurt She lifting up her skirt She shining up my change Then she taking off my shirt It's the try with the high It's the game with the flames It's the punks with the blunts It's the motherfucking team Glass in the street Rats in the hall Need at least 7 digits If you tryna get a call, bitch |
Other Lyrics
|
Copyright © 2009-2024 |