• 标题:Apologize
  • 歌手:Hollywood Undead
  • 专辑:American Tragedy
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    Hollywood Undead - Apologize

    We don't apologize
    And that's just the way it is
    But we can harmonize
    Even if we sound like shit
    Don't try to criticize
    You bitches better plead the fifth
    We've been idolized
    Role models for all the kids
    You heard us before but that was just a little sample
    We're back for more here to set a worse example
    Chop it up white stuff let's begin
    Big wolves linin' up and scorin' little pigs
    Still drunk and we're doin' it again
    With a huff and a puff I'm blowin birds on your shit
    Learn it out pitch black grin still white skin
    You know I'm hard to kill but real I'm movin' in
    I'm puttin' 22 down while I'm pukin' up blood
    You know I'm here to stay well fuck I'm gonna die young
    Yo my posse's gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger
    It's 188 minus one you know the figure
    It's easy to be drunk when it's hard to be sober
    Imma steal your leased rover and pull police over
    I'm a mean smoker who reaks of weed oder
    Certified street soldier devil on your teens shoulder
    Don't invide Scene over he pee's at sleep overs
    He asked your sister out so that he could cheat on her
    What a creep loner, shit i couldn't sink lower
    You just got a mean boner from a Charlie Scene poster
    If I'm poppin' a wheelie it means I'm jackin your bike
    Got my middle finger raised as I'm runnin' red lights
    I'm known to punch 'em in the dick at the end of a fight
    And I never say I'm sorry at the end of the night
    So many dollars stuffed in my wallet
    Chain so bling yeah you know that I'm a balla
    We can take the cuz your parents don't wanna
    They roll there blunts with your marijuana
    How can I run when the pigs got a chopper
    I got a gun but they got a lotta
    Shootin' at the sky with a mother fuckin' sawed off
    God bless a cathlic forgive me father
    Now what's a man to do when another holds a Bible
    A lot of kids suein me holdin' me liable
    Reflections of a kid and they call him suicidal
    Dead beat such a sinner but we call him a child
    How can you blame him a play ground they're dealin
    The mother still buyin' and the father still preachin'
    And now it's up to me cuz no one's gonna teach him
    Now nobody, nobody needs 'em