when I pass She goes with all the guys from outta my class But that can't stop me from thinkin' to myself "She's sure fine lookin', man, she's something else
Vertaling: Sex Pistols. Something Else.
me when I pass She goes with all the guys from outta my class But that can't stop me from thinkin' to myself She's sure fine lookin', man, she's something else
you rip with insults Blood will be dripping with ? ? ? ? ? ? , once my instinct impulse And my instinct force me to flip out, I rip out ya eyes When I'm under my pistols
on my right, kids laughin' with brown and gold hair Replaying conversations in my head by my ex-wife From the house work that I did, to the kids, even our sex
bar (You frontin' at the bar!) You ain't a star You rolled up in somebody else's car (You rolled up in somebody else's car!) You know the deal! BMW, Black
(You frontin' at the bar!) You ain't a star You rolled up in somebody else's car (You rolled up in somebody else's car!) You know the deal! BMW, Black
my right, kids laughin' with brown and gold hair Replaying conversations in my head by my ex-wife From the house work that I did, to the kids, even our sex
