me Won't you tell me the truth Are you old enough Are you old enough Are you old enough Are you old enough Are you old enough oo oo Are you old enough
Vertimas: Drag-on. Ar Jūs pakankamai suaugę,.
the front You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fuckin' with You lil' brag a lot, I beat you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie
hoes who don't know me from a can of paint You must be huffin', f-ck the ballsack if you taint skank take you on a date You mistake me for a gentleman
'm old enough I'll be sure to be all I can be You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up Pussy fix ya panties I'm Mr. Marcus, you gettin' f-cked, ugh You aint
fun! (verse #2) Soon enough Feds will be shutin' down my service Cuz people out there, don't think they deserve this Until its your kid some old man is finger fuckin', titty suckin', then you
God will never put you in a situation that you can't handle But you can definitely put ya self in a situation that you can't handle And some situations
's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you. You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand
you that wouldn't send you packing 'cause nothing would be good enough for me nothing would be good enough for me last night i dragged out all the old
a hoe, bitch, shit You gotta stop on the corner when you see a state cop For the niggas in the night they call drag, I'ma fool and be cool With an automatic
on a poor man's vacation The cuffed him and they confiscated his stuff They dragged his black ass down to the station And said, okay, the streets are
kid, non-conforming as can be. You?d be non-conforming too if you looked just like me I have paint on my nails and makeup on my face I?m almost emo
non-conforming as can be You'd be non-conforming too if you looked just like me I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face I'm almost emo enough
personality Dragging on and on and on and on And on, on, on, on I think you're slightly late Slightly late This person's had enough Of useless memories
yet You know I'm ready to forget all we've been through You know I'm ready for you The shaken are desperate for new sounds on old ground To bury reflections
you're not coming home you like the style and you're staying here pretty boys everywhere you go you lead 'em on and then you disappear you say you're
the old custodial sentence. Well we have listened to you for long enough, Taken all your threats, and you ain't so tough. You intimidate, then punish