Song | Behind The Paint - Album Version (Explicit) |
Artist | Insane Clown Posse |
Album | Bizaar |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : B.B., Clark, Clark | |
Remember me bitch, 8th grade | |
Old park skinny ass well-fare raid | |
Ustler and bruce brothers we was the shit | |
Dungeons dragons, and bruce lee flicks | |
Quit school, nobody missed us | |
Nobody hugged and kissed us only dissed us | |
And now look at these beautiful model type | |
High class women takin' my dick in 'em | |
You don't remember my kind in class | |
The whigged out freak starin' at your ass | |
Never had the courage to even say, "Hi" | |
Only smell your perfume vapors when you walked by | |
I'm the scrub that never crossed your mind | |
Now you're flashing your titties at me waitin' in line | |
And that's fine while you're working your charm | |
Look beneath the paint bitch it's the scrubs who won | |
Look at me, look at me | |
Analyze, what you see? | |
Look at me, look at me | |
Analyze, what you see? | |
You used to say, "Ahhh hah!" | |
Look at him the same pair of pants and that shirt again | |
An outcast, | |
I knew I had to do something | |
Figure out a way to make something out of nothin' | |
Open up shop got what you need | |
Speakers clothes | |
CD's or bags of weed | |
But that shit got me nowhere except jail | |
Me and all my homies to broke to make the bail | |
So now we're right back to the place we started | |
Chuckles and laughs the second we turn our backs | |
Assed out but we was like "Fuck yall" | |
We got each other and the drop of the homie call | |
Look at us now bitch holdin' platinum | |
All up on my dick but | |
I'm the same as back then | |
Forget the money and fame because | |
Beneath the paint life's just as it always was | |
Look at me, look at me | |
Analyze, what you see? | |
Look at me, look at me | |
Analyze, what you see? | |
Look at me | |
Analyze what you see | |
Look at me | |
Analyze what you see | |
Another girl, | |
I don't dare to confide | |
Playing that role it hurts inside | |
Here I am thinking she wants me | |
She only wants that killer on her | |
CDJust when | |
I couldn't feel any worse | |
Bitch asked me if | |
I could paint my face first | |
The day I finally get to leave this land | |
Behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man | |
Behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man | |
The shell of a used up man, the shell of a used up man | |
Behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man | |
Nothing left but the shell of a used up man | |
Nothing left but the shell of a used up man... |
zuo ci : B. B., Clark, Clark | |
Remember me bitch, 8th grade | |
Old park skinny ass wellfare raid | |
Ustler and bruce brothers we was the shit | |
Dungeons dragons, and bruce lee flicks | |
Quit school, nobody missed us | |
Nobody hugged and kissed us only dissed us | |
And now look at these beautiful model type | |
High class women takin' my dick in ' em | |
You don' t remember my kind in class | |
The whigged out freak starin' at your ass | |
Never had the courage to even say, " Hi" | |
Only smell your perfume vapors when you walked by | |
I' m the scrub that never crossed your mind | |
Now you' re flashing your titties at me waitin' in line | |
And that' s fine while you' re working your charm | |
Look beneath the paint bitch it' s the scrubs who won | |
Look at me, look at me | |
Analyze, what you see? | |
Look at me, look at me | |
Analyze, what you see? | |
You used to say, " Ahhh hah!" | |
Look at him the same pair of pants and that shirt again | |
An outcast, | |
I knew I had to do something | |
Figure out a way to make something out of nothin' | |
Open up shop got what you need | |
Speakers clothes | |
CD' s or bags of weed | |
But that shit got me nowhere except jail | |
Me and all my homies to broke to make the bail | |
So now we' re right back to the place we started | |
Chuckles and laughs the second we turn our backs | |
Assed out but we was like " Fuck yall" | |
We got each other and the drop of the homie call | |
Look at us now bitch holdin' platinum | |
All up on my dick but | |
I' m the same as back then | |
Forget the money and fame because | |
Beneath the paint life' s just as it always was | |
Look at me, look at me | |
Analyze, what you see? | |
Look at me, look at me | |
Analyze, what you see? | |
Look at me | |
Analyze what you see | |
Look at me | |
Analyze what you see | |
Another girl, | |
I don' t dare to confide | |
Playing that role it hurts inside | |
Here I am thinking she wants me | |
She only wants that killer on her | |
CDJust when | |
I couldn' t feel any worse | |
Bitch asked me if | |
I could paint my face first | |
The day I finally get to leave this land | |
Behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man | |
Behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man | |
The shell of a used up man, the shell of a used up man | |
Behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man | |
Nothing left but the shell of a used up man | |
Nothing left but the shell of a used up man... |
zuò cí : B. B., Clark, Clark | |
Remember me bitch, 8th grade | |
Old park skinny ass wellfare raid | |
Ustler and bruce brothers we was the shit | |
Dungeons dragons, and bruce lee flicks | |
Quit school, nobody missed us | |
Nobody hugged and kissed us only dissed us | |
And now look at these beautiful model type | |
High class women takin' my dick in ' em | |
You don' t remember my kind in class | |
The whigged out freak starin' at your ass | |
Never had the courage to even say, " Hi" | |
Only smell your perfume vapors when you walked by | |
I' m the scrub that never crossed your mind | |
Now you' re flashing your titties at me waitin' in line | |
And that' s fine while you' re working your charm | |
Look beneath the paint bitch it' s the scrubs who won | |
Look at me, look at me | |
Analyze, what you see? | |
Look at me, look at me | |
Analyze, what you see? | |
You used to say, " Ahhh hah!" | |
Look at him the same pair of pants and that shirt again | |
An outcast, | |
I knew I had to do something | |
Figure out a way to make something out of nothin' | |
Open up shop got what you need | |
Speakers clothes | |
CD' s or bags of weed | |
But that shit got me nowhere except jail | |
Me and all my homies to broke to make the bail | |
So now we' re right back to the place we started | |
Chuckles and laughs the second we turn our backs | |
Assed out but we was like " Fuck yall" | |
We got each other and the drop of the homie call | |
Look at us now bitch holdin' platinum | |
All up on my dick but | |
I' m the same as back then | |
Forget the money and fame because | |
Beneath the paint life' s just as it always was | |
Look at me, look at me | |
Analyze, what you see? | |
Look at me, look at me | |
Analyze, what you see? | |
Look at me | |
Analyze what you see | |
Look at me | |
Analyze what you see | |
Another girl, | |
I don' t dare to confide | |
Playing that role it hurts inside | |
Here I am thinking she wants me | |
She only wants that killer on her | |
CDJust when | |
I couldn' t feel any worse | |
Bitch asked me if | |
I could paint my face first | |
The day I finally get to leave this land | |
Behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man | |
Behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man | |
The shell of a used up man, the shell of a used up man | |
Behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man | |
Nothing left but the shell of a used up man | |
Nothing left but the shell of a used up man... |