Musica de Ambrose Kenny Smith del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Ambrose Kenny Smith tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para
Hit it
Woo!
[Verse 1]
Riddle me this
Did you ever grow?
Break the spider's legs
Just to feed the crow
Sympathetic crowds
Are not well endowed
They dance like flies on shit
Swarming in the clouds
[Chorus]
Ay
This is to all of the people
Who had it coming
A few bickies too many
(I'm so lonely)
It's to all of the people
Who said they couldn't hack it
I'll open their eyes
Woo!
[Post-Chorus]
To minimum brain size
[Verse 2]
Re-enter the uterus
And refund all your cells
Do it back-to-front
Like nobody else
Stay there for a while
"When you're back inside
You will not be missed"
Said the tear to the eye
[Bridge]
It's pathetic though
You're weaker than you know
Parasitic mob
Lowest of the low
Himpathetic bro
You're weaker than you know
You don't have a say
A-a-anymore
[Chorus]
This is to all of the people
Who had it coming
A few bickies too many
(I'm so lonely)
It's to all of the people
Who said they couldn't hack it
Radicalise
[Instrumental Break]
[Post-Chorus]
To minimum brain size
Yeah!
[Outro]
It's pathetic though
You're weaker than you know
Parasitic mob
Lowest of the low
Himpathetic bro
You're weaker than you know
You don't have a say
A-a-anymore
At the center of it all
You ain't got the gall
You're pissing on a flame
Standing on a ball
It's pathetic though
You're weaker than you know
You don't have a say
A-a-anymore