Renata Przemyk - Andergrant
Tekst :
SzlochaszW mankiet a mówiłeś że już nigdy nie rozkleisz się
Moknę
Kiedy robi się za lirycznie Uderz
Pięścią w stół inaczej w sztok zalejesz się znów
Możesz
Czasem gryźć i drapać kiedy to jest przejściowy stan
W końcu
Ja nie jestem weterynarzem Lubię
Gdy na smyczy z równowagi wyprowadzasz się sam
Muszę zrobić coś z miłością
Sprzedam dom i zburzę pościel
Ból ci zadam krótkotrwały
Sama sobie nie dam rady
Kupisz
Szybkie wino co mnie zmierzy całą od stóp do głów
Lubię
Kiedy robi się snobistycznie Trochę
¬le że za kropelkę dałeś nabic się w butelkę
Kochaj
Tylko nie dotykaj mnie a także mego ciała
Nie chcę
Już niczego robić organicznie Wszystko
Z filmu co sie nie nadaje do emisji wytnę
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Jessica
When you walked into the room looking like Jean Harlow
Oh Jessie, everyone looked at you, you re a lady
Though I know that you ve been around the world
Maybe two or three times in your daddy s pocket
I m gonna break that rich-bitch...
Oh Jessie, everyone looked at you, you re a lady
Though I know that you ve been around the world
Maybe two or three times in your daddy s pocket
I m gonna break that rich-bitch...
In this light
Hey, are you asleep now?
I thought I heard you talking,
Cause they re draining out my heart,
And I think I know what s coming,
They can t leave this alone
My oceans are expanding,
And all us fish are drowning inside,...
I thought I heard you talking,
Cause they re draining out my heart,
And I think I know what s coming,
They can t leave this alone
My oceans are expanding,
And all us fish are drowning inside,...
Superstition
Very superstitious, writing s on the wall,
Very superstitious, ladders bout to fall,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past
When you believe in things that you don t understand,
Very superstitious, ladders bout to fall,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past
When you believe in things that you don t understand,
Who cares
Did you ever wake up in the morning
with a greight-train running through your head
an empty whiskey bottle by your pillow
and a burned out unfinished cigarette
the night went up in smoke
life is but a joke man
but I see nobody...
with a greight-train running through your head
an empty whiskey bottle by your pillow
and a burned out unfinished cigarette
the night went up in smoke
life is but a joke man
but I see nobody...
Hard way
So let me tell a story friend ‘bout diamond hands & one night stands
I guess the good life paid you once or twice
Just when I thought I had it all caught a sucker punch & lost it all
Just never thought it would come from you
So here I stand alone...
I guess the good life paid you once or twice
Just when I thought I had it all caught a sucker punch & lost it all
Just never thought it would come from you
So here I stand alone...