, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin' I'm only bellin' with some three time felons Nya, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin' I'm only bellin' with some three time felons
I don't need diamond rings or high priced suits that shine Limousines and flashy things or ancient bottled wine Designer names and lavish things and million
Fuck tha police, fuck tha police Fuck tha police comin' straight from the underground Motherfucker got it bad 'cause I'm loud I'm not a carbon copy,
If somebody's askin' I've gone away Yeah, somebody's packin' and gone today The summer was lovely and I enjoyed my stay Maybe I'll be back one day Sorry
Come on You could say that I am nothing Few could say that I am something You could say that I am nothing You could say that I am nothing I don't want
You'd like to take control of me I'm not how you'd have hoped I'd be For what you're reaching out to me I've got to break this scene goodbye Yeah man
About time, I don't care how you've been I know, you've got and I want it Long night and I don't want it to end I'm glad to see you coming Well, I know
Polite to say that I drifted away and I never though I'd care Along the way I've made mistakes but I made them over there If I told you twice I'd beat
Simplistic, Domestic, Shit life processed to fit in place Pathetic, ascetic, shit life, depressed to fill in space Neglected, rejected, who wants this
Simplistic, domestic shit life Processed to fit in place The pathetic, ascetic shit life Depressed to fill in space Neglected, rejected Who wants this
Somethin's wrong with my life and I'm crazy Somethin's hard on my mind, guess who It's tough to live with the lights on maybe All we need is a spine for
Dissolved the life in me You crawled inside of me You wanted everything You took it all from me You walked away from me You fuckin' talk to me So now
Here is to tomorrow Baby, I'm feelin sick Complain the whole world's angry You make me sick With each crime you processed me You stuck me with the rest
I don't know what makes me hard for you I don't know what I'm about to do, yeah I don't need this anymore My head is broke my eyes are sore And man you
I don't want to know your name And I do want your private number, baby All I know is that to me, you look like you're lots of fun Open up your loving
Thoughts of prison lying in my bed Over visions dosing in my head I've already lost much more Than you could take from me I've already been much more
saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Nya, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons
Translation: Hennie, Bekker. Fair One Pt. 1 (Fucking With Two Known Felons).
