with you We're just looking for a wall to crash into And me, I'd be happy just bumping into you We're just looking for a wall to crash into And me,
Everybody?s movin? to a place they gotta leave So kill your TV and kill your phone Be quiet and be alone with you We?re just lookin? for a wall to crash
Tradução: Smash Mouth. Mirando para una pared.
the Thugs, muthafuckas We ain't givin a fuck no more, we get smashed and play with the dough Kickin ass just so that you know, for the money we goin for
her across the Sahara (Bitch!) You aware of this rap terrorist with a therapist With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants Got a habit
haul off the wall off if you could fall off Got a room at the wada wit a saw that 'll take the wall off Hit the mall off wit a sag hockey Jersey du rag
threw a nigga from a two storey Asked for my paper, said, "There's nothin' he can do for me" That's like takin' a steak out of a lion's mouth Better
keep a fly chick Ran ya mouth til things got trill Ay call Paul Wall u gon need a new grill They don't respect me it don't make sense Act like a funky
it sexy, daddy so I can't fail Keep it gangsta for the cowards so I give 'em hell Call me misfit, lips spit a gang of trash Wrist glist now, 'cause I make a
, again Well you may not be good looking but you haven't got no faith Sometimes I get a mouthful when I only want a taste Sometimes you kick the devil out but angels smash
to keep my mouth shut what you think is a smile is a grimace of strain look at myself in a smashed up mirror I feel like shit! life's a kick in the head
a plane! B, ball: Typewriter runs into a giant ball and gets bounced offscreen. C, cat: Typewriter hears a cat offscreen. When cat enters, it's a
the trunk was the hidden contraband Fuck a middleman, my pistols am directly from Iran Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden cam I know what you look
down Not a pussy that good, not a titty that round For anything to work, yall trust is a must And I learned, gotta let a Mutt be with a Mutt So I dead
' see I'm a straight-up trill OG In a black-on-black-on-black Cadillac, like a Mack on clacks Try to jack and I will attack It's a fact that I ain't givin
drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake" We got to the place I started stuffin' my face Not a bid did
