CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : DAYWALKER! Remix
I can barely step outside, what if it happens again?
I'm sick of being treated like the one at fault
I could've done this, and I should've done that
If I see the c**t again, I'll grate his face on the asphalt
Send him home with something broken...
He'd better hope that there's people 'round...
'Cos if I get him on his own, and he's got no weapon on him
Then he might not even live to make it out
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight
You'd better watch your tone...
Talk to us likе that again, I'll f**k around and just might lose control
You're gonna die alonе...
And I wouldn't count on heaven, trust me, I know where you're goin'
One tooth, two teeth, three teeth, four
All that I regret is the cleanup on the floor
If you'd known this would happen, then I think you'd shut your mouth
Open wide, I got the pliers, I'mma rip the f**kers out
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight
I'm fighting a voice, inside of my head, it's trying to ESCAPE
I keep it suppressed, believe that it's best, but I'm about to RAGE
The stroke of my pen, I'm writing a spell, to keep this sh*t at BAY
Wait... I think it's about to break...
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight
I'm sick of being treated like the one at fault
I could've done this, and I should've done that
If I see the c**t again, I'll grate his face on the asphalt
Send him home with something broken...
He'd better hope that there's people 'round...
'Cos if I get him on his own, and he's got no weapon on him
Then he might not even live to make it out
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight
You'd better watch your tone...
Talk to us likе that again, I'll f**k around and just might lose control
You're gonna die alonе...
And I wouldn't count on heaven, trust me, I know where you're goin'
One tooth, two teeth, three teeth, four
All that I regret is the cleanup on the floor
If you'd known this would happen, then I think you'd shut your mouth
Open wide, I got the pliers, I'mma rip the f**kers out
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight
I'm fighting a voice, inside of my head, it's trying to ESCAPE
I keep it suppressed, believe that it's best, but I'm about to RAGE
The stroke of my pen, I'm writing a spell, to keep this sh*t at BAY
Wait... I think it's about to break...
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight
