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歌詞: Karate. Pockets. Tow Truck.


I'm at a stand still It's 98 degrees Can't put nothing into my car Nothing's gonna stop the steam I got my hands up No other price to compare Held up by the tow truck that drops me at the bus stop With just enough left to pay the fare He said "They com from down south Just trying to take my job Coming in from all sides, looking for a free ride You know we're all getting robbed" Up on the dashboard There was a cross an a flag Now I don't want nothing from anyone's God But from my country I want better than that Because I hear that each and every day from channels 3 to 39 I already heard your opinion, When are you gonna hear mine? Finally, I said "Look, This is more than I need to know Please keep your opinions to yourself All I need is a ride and a tow" He said "Boy, you're in my truck You better watch what you say" I said, "Yeah, do my ideas make your mad? Well now you know how I?m feeling every day"