CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : $60
Father said to me I don't need that bullsh*t
I´ll never make, never make it on my own
But here´s the thing, I never get by anyway
It keeps me up just thinking about it
(Singing)
My pockets filled with teeth and blood
I ain´t a father, not a son
And I´ll never become either one
I´ve got a problem
I´ve got a problem
Cocaine
Cocaine
Cocaine
Mother said to me I don’t need that bullsh*t
I´ll never make, never make it on my own
But here´s the thing, I never get by anyway
It keeps me up just thinking about it
I´ll never make, never make it on my own
But here´s the thing, I never get by anyway
It keeps me up just thinking about it
(Singing)
My pockets filled with teeth and blood
I ain´t a father, not a son
And I´ll never become either one
I´ve got a problem
I´ve got a problem
Cocaine
Cocaine
Cocaine
Mother said to me I don’t need that bullsh*t
I´ll never make, never make it on my own
But here´s the thing, I never get by anyway
It keeps me up just thinking about it
