CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Jack The Smoker - Mister
Mob, Mob
Brr, yeah, yeah
I fight in the world of the big guys
Covered in mud with a corrupted heart (brr)
Before, kids who played in the dirt (yeah)
Now, adults who play dirty (eh)
Bad mood when there's no money (ah)
But I don't envy where it's abundant (ah)
You hate who robs the banks
I only hate who funds them (ah)
I think that love is too expensive nowadays
At least twice as expensive as f**king her (ooh)
I can't stand this girl, I swear
She talks too much, she talks even when I go out (ah)
She told me that I'm not a man of worth, I'm just a heart-breaker (ay)
Maybe 'cause I'm not much of a TV guy
Take out the garbage (no)
You just stay there and wait for the turning point, but you die
People look like they're dead already, from the outside
I dream of a robbery on a security van
Beasts on the outside with a mini-heart (ay)
There's neither love nor heroism (no)
The world is made of bricks (ay)
It stands with selfishness (yeah)
This guy shoots like in the goal post (ay)
Then he talks too much, silver tongue
I know that just to get some fame he would put his tongue inside a sh*t (brr)
I read, he looks for his turning point
A fairy-tale life but that's not Disney
She's here with no make-up like Kessey
I don't recognize you and I say: "Who are you?"
Brr, yeah, yeah
I fight in the world of the big guys
Covered in mud with a corrupted heart (brr)
Before, kids who played in the dirt (yeah)
Now, adults who play dirty (eh)
Bad mood when there's no money (ah)
But I don't envy where it's abundant (ah)
You hate who robs the banks
I only hate who funds them (ah)
I think that love is too expensive nowadays
At least twice as expensive as f**king her (ooh)
I can't stand this girl, I swear
She talks too much, she talks even when I go out (ah)
She told me that I'm not a man of worth, I'm just a heart-breaker (ay)
Maybe 'cause I'm not much of a TV guy
Take out the garbage (no)
You just stay there and wait for the turning point, but you die
People look like they're dead already, from the outside
I dream of a robbery on a security van
Beasts on the outside with a mini-heart (ay)
There's neither love nor heroism (no)
The world is made of bricks (ay)
It stands with selfishness (yeah)
This guy shoots like in the goal post (ay)
Then he talks too much, silver tongue
I know that just to get some fame he would put his tongue inside a sh*t (brr)
I read, he looks for his turning point
A fairy-tale life but that's not Disney
She's here with no make-up like Kessey
I don't recognize you and I say: "Who are you?"
