Текст (слова) песни: Cage - Too Much

Blue collar to corporate blessed the unfortunate
Like when I put my foot down that bitch still aborted it
Stuck the canister under my jacket like the lucky one
`Uh, sir you can`t leave with that,` Bitch this my fucking son!
Put with the gun crammed in the glovebox
With 151 drum bottles, I don`t drink, they gettin` flung
With lit rags in it, kill 10 step-dads a minute
Still won`t be a star till the label as a gimmick
Even if I limit timid com-mi-tive cynics
Each one famous suicide at gunpoint to mimic
You too can be a mock-celeb or the last there is
Or be ghost like money that played Casper in kids
I put a sick twist every other frame design so
You see AIDS victims selling pretzels at a slideshow
With a nine shown I brand and skin `em
Run out of punchlines when you kids stop standin` in `em

[Chorus]
Yo Chris I think they think you know too much
Yeah Sis I think you put coke up your nose too much
They cut my hands off so I couldn`t hold too much
They try to kill me through my dick with these hoes too much
You stack dough too much
You smack hoes too much
Well you can blame it on the mint leaves I roll too much
They cut my hands off so I couldn`t hold too much
Don`t stand off, bullet holes show too much

They see weed on dust with an ounce a pound
Is like jumping out of building grabbing napkins on the way down
My impant I scarred, I`m anti-star
Though I shine like one buried underground with yall
And I tried to learn good just wasn`t concerned, should
I really be on my sixth bottle of wormwood
My skin is burnin` blisternin` aloe ow
Dragged this big fat bitch in to see Shallow Hal
I drink Jack puff black in Orange County
Bought a gun with a body to stick in this whore`s Audi
Knew this kid Craze he would stick dope on a chick open ha`
Then I changed my name to Cage like Nick Coppola
All these snakes with these forked tongues stitched together
After I put down the pepper I switch the weather
Whatever rights they want to shrug off for safety feelin` taken
For a Rabbi appearance cuz they kneelin` to Satan

[Chorus]

Then, I stepped over the bloody axe frame with wax fame
Rogue pistol runnin` through New York like Max Payne
Out shootin` celebs, I`m rootin` for feds
In a pit of lions then we sip shoot from the heads
I run with maniacs liable to kill at any minute then
I wonder why I can`t shake this insanity image
It`s been a dead Cage since I`ve strapped to beds
And shot up with needles and five since I put gas to heads
You was bitch in high school no rep no threat
Riding my jacket like I`m a hand off the fans at coat check
Haters want to put they bitches up no stress
Like your life in the monitor box behind the desk
I scribble shit on paper, pay rent, look at nature
See a menage before lunch, them bitches are ravers
Drive blazers, still inside my North Face
Drippin` formaldahyde and short-circuit my tazer

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Cage - Too Much Blue collar to corporate blessed the unfortunate Like when I put my foot down that bitch still aborted it Stuck the canister under my jacket like the lucky one `Uh, sir you can`t leave with that,` Bitch this my fucking son! Put with the gun crammed in the glovebox With 151 drum bottles, I don`t drink, they gettin` flung With lit rags in it, kill 10 step-dads a minute Still won`t be a star till the label as a gimmick Even if I limit timid com-mi-tive cynics Each one famous suicide at gunpoint to mimic You too can be a mock-celeb or the last there is Or be ghost like money that played Casper in kids I put a sick twist every other frame design so You see AIDS victims selling pretzels at a slideshow With a nine shown I brand and skin `em Run out of punchlines when you kids stop standin` in `em [Chorus] Yo Chris I think they think you know too much Yeah Sis I think you put coke up your nose too much They cut my hands off so I couldn`t hold too much They try to kill me through my dick with these hoes too much You stack dough too much You smack hoes too much Well you can blame it on the mint leaves I roll too much They cut my hands off so I couldn`t hold too much Don`t stand off, bullet holes show too much They see weed on dust with an ounce a pound Is like jumping out of building grabbing napkins on the way down My impant I scarred, I`m anti-star Though I shine like one buried underground with yall And I tried to learn good just wasn`t concerned, should I really be on my sixth bottle of wormwood My skin is burnin` blisternin` aloe ow Dragged this big fat bitch in to see Shallow Hal I drink Jack puff black in Orange County Bought a gun with a body to stick in this whore`s Audi Knew this kid Craze he would stick dope on a chick open ha` Then I changed my name to Cage like Nick Coppola All these snakes with these forked tongues stitched together After I put down the pepper I switch the weather Whatever rights they want to shrug off for safety feelin` taken For a Rabbi appearance cuz they kneelin` to Satan [Chorus] Then, I stepped over the bloody axe frame with wax fame Rogue pistol runnin` through New York like Max Payne Out shootin` celebs, I`m rootin` for feds In a pit of lions then we sip shoot from the heads I run with maniacs liable to kill at any minute then I wonder why I can`t shake this insanity image It`s been a dead Cage since I`ve strapped to beds And shot up with needles and five since I put gas to heads You was bitch in high school no rep no threat Riding my jacket like I`m a hand off the fans at coat check Haters want to put they bitches up no stress Like your life in the monitor box behind the desk I scribble shit on paper, pay rent, look at nature See a menage before lunch, them bitches are ravers Drive blazers, still inside my North Face Drippin` formaldahyde and short-circuit my tazer [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Too Much: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/16012.html Все тексты песен: Cage » Cage - Final Solution » Cage - Movies for the Blind » Cage - Mersh » Cage - Secretc Of Fatima » Cage - Fountain Of Youth » Cage - Broken Dreams » Cage - Suicidal Failure/The Weather Report/Dust » Cage - Modern Darkness » Cage - Fountain Of Youth » Cage - The Astrologicon » Cage - Muppet Show 12" » Cage - Mersh » Cage - Souls And Flesh » Cage - Vandalize » Cage - Eastern Conference All-Stars III » Cage - Buried In The Box » Cage - Illest 4 Letter Word » Cage - Sudden Death » Cage - Teenage Death » Cage - Modern Darkness Рекомендуем скачать: » Harry Connick, Jr. - Dont Get Around Much Anymore » Horse The Band - A Million Exploding Suns » Helloween - Cold Sweat » Harry Chapin - If My Mary Were Here » Howard Stern (The Backside Boys) - I Went The Gay Way » Holy Mother - In Our Minds » hammill peter - Vision » Harris Emmylou - Burn That Candle » Heltah Skeltah f Doc Holiday, The Outlaw - M.F.C. Lawz » Hall And Oates - Missed opportunity » Hank Locklin - Anna Marie » Hart Corey - Waiting For You » Harold Arlen - Down With Love » Hagar Sammy - China » Helloween - A Game We Shouldn`t Play » Hardline - Rhythm From A Red Car » Hi-Standard - Teenagers Are All Assholes » Halo Friendlies - Light Prayer » Harry Chapin - Fall In Love With Him » harmonium - Si Doucement
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