me a break Do you feel bad about it? Do you feel sad about it? Do you feel sick about it This parting of the ways? I don't want to chat about it I
give me a break Do you feel bad about it? Do you feel sad about it? Do you feel sick about it This parting of the ways? I don't want to chat about it
Fordítás: Frank Black. Do You Feel Bad róla?.
Fordítás: Frank Black és a katolikusok. Do You Feel About It Bad.
into the black Frank White And we got the workers choppin' rock, Benz by the flock And we gettin' it, the dirty cops are jealous, so they sweatin' it
that! And fuck you! Who the fuck you? Touch you, you act like you want trouble Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to
like a stearin wheel It's like crazy when you look at me It's like baby who you tryin to be? Lazy when you hit the weed It's a whole nother story when
that! and fuck you! who the fuck you? Touch you, you act like you want trouble Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to
the black Frank White [Stretch] And we got the workers choppin rock, Benz by the flock And we gettin it, the dirty cops are jealous so they sweatin it
cock me, but them can't gun store When a batty bwoy do it from the mob Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad Look around, look around,
livin well Bustas is picking on me, what can I do about it Im gonna ride and you rhyme and when I spit it I shout it No doubt about it its misery but
tried to cock me, but them can't gun store When a batty bwoy do it from the mob Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad Look around, look
! And fuck you! Who the fuck you? Touch you, you act like you want trouble Money don't know you, don't rub you I got' eat, that's like trying to tell
your friends to talk to you Because, they're really worried about you I thought it would be better if, they could talk to you [Verse 1: Domo] It was
