.You ticker's dead fat boy
They ripped that shit out of you
With fucking pasta tongs
There was too much stress on you
They always hated your fat ass
Waited for you to make the wrong turn
Wrong for you, that is
You can see it in their eyes
Sweaty eyeballs, hunted glances
Have you been looking for lyrics of your favorite song, too long? Lyrics has got them all listed out for you by your favorite songwriters, artists neatly arranged by albums you love. Simply,Choose an album, artist or lyricist and start discovering lyrics of your favorite songs.
Allow To View All Exclusive Content & Notifications 🔔