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Seems like everybody's got a problem
No one knows how
But, we all want to solve 'em
You could give a dime
Give a hand
Or give a shit
Or could look away and never deal with it
For example
This girl is pretty fly for a white gal
All the guys want her even though she's a juvenite
She's really kinda sad and just don't care
'Cause the only one she wants is her best friend Claire
What's going on?
What's going on?
Ready or not - NOT
The world moves on and on and on
Yo, what's going on?
There's nothing much to me
I'm simple like you are, ordinary
My tired eyes can see
That time may fly
And what's left is
Meant to be
I'm looking out
You're looking in
It's taken more then time
To erase the stain
And it's never been the same
Any city
A girl turns 17, goes to a party
She and he best friend are drinking bacardi
Ever since she walked through the door
All the guys have been scoping and flexing tryin' to score
But she's a good girl
So she won't have none of that
She takes another sip
But has no clue of the spike from the G to the H to the B
She wakes up in the morning
bruised and raped in the street
What's going on?
What's going on?
Ready or not - NOT
The world moves on and on and on
Yo, what's going on?
{Pre-chorus}
::Chorus::
Your town
A kid that you know goes to school
He's really kinda shy and not that cool
He knows what it's like to look in from the outside
Inside, he just wants someone to confide
But everyone's busy and no one's got the time
He takes his dad's gun and says
"This is how I'll shine"
Boom, boom, boom
And the kids fall down
On the ground
Dumbfound (dumbfound)
What's going on?
What's going on?
Ready or not - NOT
The world moves on and on and on
Yo, what's going on?
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dodał: Misiaqu
czytano: 1734 razy
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Fragment na dzis:
Liroy : Moja autobiografia
I
Minęło 27 lat od kiedy przyszedłem na świat
71 rocznik - Kielce
moje miasto, moja mała ojczyzna
zajebista
to jest oczywista sprawa
mój dom to pocieszki a pocieszki to zabawa
stary taka właśnie klima
czy lato czy zima, -
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deszcz czy słońce
zawsze tam było na maxi bez końca
od małego musiałem stawiać życiu czoła
podwórko, kumple to była dla mnie szkoła
stary
imprezy, kanciapy, godziny policyjne, wojny osiedlowe
niewinne dzieciństwo - stary zapo-
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mnij
nie jedna osoba jeszcze nie raz to wspomni
jak to było kiedy osiedle się bawiło
wspomnimy nie raz jak to wtedy stary było
II
Od dzieciństwa miałem tylko same problemy
ciągłe kłopoty ze szkołą
ojcem - bez ści....
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