just one of my lies Well, it's just one of my lies And all I wanted to was get real high Well, it's just one of my lies Why does my life have to be
my lies! Well, its just its just one of my lies And all I wanted to was get real high Well, its just its just one of my lies Why does my life have to
Prevod: Green Day. One Of My Lies.
one of my lies! Well, its just its just one of my lies And all I wanted to was get real high Well, its just its just one of my lies Why does my life
one can touch you? Well i think you're disposable And it's time you know the truth Cause it's just one of my lies! Why does my life have to be so small
, uh-uh, (There's another one) What-what (And another one) This is the remix (There's another one) Ha ha I know it's not too ghetto (And another one,
squad I am the first one toughing Like my nigger .. I keep it one hundred To eleven in the smile .. running I need 50 .. for my Chevrolet and ... Another day
At first they try to bring me in court for child support Women deception and they lies I'd rather keep my jim' in my shorts than save a hoe I have to
my pen, in my hand, one of my trusted friend, friend, hey Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin, baby, we ain't marchin
trees Lies my money tree full of dough BC money man My ancestors had roofie o 20/20 shawty man my competition is super swole Everlasting paper chase I see green
I ain't one of your friends You're losing all the green And now you say it Now why would that be me? And why would I agree? To keep it in my head And
like I'm that fire and these bitches share that sentiment My project's in the woods scarin' like the Blair Witch with Flippin' it, from one roll to another
thousand messages a day A million more transmissions lay Victims of the laissez faire Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns A hundred decibels turns to one One bullet, one
to dance. professor green: the professor of rhymes, mr dexter met lecter and had one hell of a time a devil disguised, lies! you can tell that i'm high by my
'82 Ninth floor, three tiny rooms, one view Buck-town, Roosevelt house They green grass is green, our green grass is brown Shots rang, my phone wasn
