Текст песни Golden Arm - Timid Tiger

Golden Arm

He is called the rocker I am called the king
He’s got the best of
Soul Olymic Games
I used to call him
A counterfeit
He’s like a rocket
He is docking on
He stole my car, my girl
My guns, my band
The dance moves and minutes
My madness oh goodness
My madness he stole it…
Rock the shit come on, take your guns come on rock tha shit while i am sittin
in the basement. rock tha shit come on, take your guns come on rock the shit
rock the shit
He is wearin shot guns
Awakes with gin
Then he gets drunk and
They still love him
He’s like a Jesus Feels like a God
And no one knows that
He locked me up
He stole my car, my girl
My guns, my band
The dance moves and minutes
My madness oh goodness
My madness he stole it
My golden Arm…
Rock the shit come on, take your guns come on rock tha shit while i am sittin
in the basement. rock tha shit come on, take your guns come on rock the shit
rock the shit
He’s called the rocker I’m called the king
He’s got the gold chains
I’ve got the rings
I used to love him
He tripped on me
I am the real deal
Come set me free
Rock the shit come on, take your guns come on rock tha shit while i am sittin
in the basement. rock tha shit come on, take your guns come on rock the shit
rock the shit