Don't Bust My Chops
|
I'm sick and tired of you calling me names I'm sick and tired of your childish games I'm sick and tired of your bullshit brats Cocaine stupor and anxiety attacks
Pick up a magazine and see your face You're nothing but a goddamn waste With the latest fashion on your back You're never happy, a hypochondriac
Don't bust my chops Baby, don't bust my chops Don't bust my chops Baby, don't bust my chops, yeah
You're a style queen and an alley cat Too many chocolates get you fat, fat, fat You're a pain in the ass and you're on the loose All I get from you is your bad attitude
Dirty mouth is all I can bear Get out of here bitch, 'cause you're nowhere Always wearing that cheap perfume I can always smell when you're in the room
Don't bust my chops Baby, don't bust my chops Don't bust my chops Baby, don't bust my chops, ah
Don't bust my chops Baby, don't bust my chops Don't bust my chops Baby, don't bust my chops
Don't bust my chops Baby, don't bust my chops Don't bust my chops Yeah, don't bust my chops, alright
|
|
|
|
Data:
|
15-11-2008
|
|
Vizualizari:
|
27
|
|
Comentarii la acest cantec |
|
|
|
|
|
|