Bossanova
Bling, turn around this , ladies on the hook
Blood it's on the hook
Bling, turn around this , ladies on the hook
Blood it's on the hook
Hey you, lips are crack like you sire
Hey you so this corners are ours
Eat your sins, confes your crimes
Turn all to green so lay it down
Wait for lime, bling, turn around this , ladies on the hook
Blood it's on the hook
Bling, turn around this , ladies on the hook
Blood it's on the hook
I want pressure, and corporations, no control president or Parlament
Feed my hunger with poetry
Feed my anger with children
Feed my laungs, with bikini food
Feed my ego with laungery
And having the good time
And I want my nation to brake down
Hey you, lips are crack like you sire
Hey you so this corners are ours
Eat your sins, confes your crimes
Turn all to green so lay it down
Place your heart and don't let it come
Corect your...and wear your smile
Eat with dogs if the frieds are so
Cut all that migh, all they count it's ...
Blow, blow, blow,
Blow, blow, blow,