Lyrics:
Old shoes hang from the telephone wire
Black and white and party lines
Mr Shankly at the corner shop
Nicotine and all mod cons
Mr Shankly
Venimos del mov
No nos bajan del mod
Contra babylon
Haciendo la school
Con cada caminar
Cultivando la roots
Nos quieren débil
Pero andamos a full
DEJA DE WEAR YO SOY PAPUTROL
ESA BITCH QUIERE QUE LE DE TODO MI AMOR
ME TIENE CHATO VOY A JUGAR GARRY'S MOD
CON LOS PAPUTROLES SE ARMA TODO EL
All mod-cons there was dust on the drums
My electronic beat-box got the job done
Everybody emulate the pulse of the soul
And change your clothes
a good job
He works in PR
He moved south a few months back
Top whack flat, all mod cons
Wall size windows he's a Manchester boy
Done good in the big smoke
and intersection, land was reclaimed
Polders; furious levelling; bolstering; scaffolding
Stainless steel exoskeleton; concrete flesh; mod-cons; homes and city living
Friends you! just get and lost
Like rainy days surround you
A slighten dream to carry on
So, who told you to live in this city
With all mod cons
view in all directions
All mod cons for your delectation
And when you leave be sure to tell
Of the pig-shit, the rancid smell
The crowded space was such
you’re kissing
When the lights come on
It’s just everyone’s gone missing
Verse 3
All the mod cons
They’re all over the shop
You go round and round
I'm loving the Facebook
I'm loving the Insta
I'm loving the pizza
Paid with my VISA
I like all the mod cons
Like my television
And refrigeration
a dream
But how to choke the craving for the place we cannot get to
There’s no real mod cons, but it’s not Lefortovo
But you’re steadily waiting for
a life
With all mod cons so now you're a wife
But he's down at the pub and I'm in jail
The sun may rise but the sun must set
I was getting in line just
Ghost Mod
Ghost Mod
Ghost Mod
Ghost Mod
Non mi vedi più no no, sono nella Ghost Mod
Ghost Mod
Ghost Mod
Ghost Mod
Ghost Mod
Non mi vedi più no no no
offenders home, yeah
We've got all the mods and cons
You'll never, ever want to go home
Knock yourself out, if you please
We've got PSP's galore
I think
LTB Music
New talent
Dier
Mod panda
Sale con sus amigas
A la discoteca a disfrutar
Lo que diga la gente no le importa
A ella le da igual
Tequila,
(Furry)
Tu jermu es alta puta
Parece del jennys mod la tenes diminuta
Y con vos no gozo
Yo ya gane el grammy
Y mi 2do album ni siquiera salio
Para vos
kids
Non di chi fa GTA in real life
Con le mod e i trucchi
Infame, stai alla larga
Occhio a su chi sputi
Parla, parla, parla, ma risulti stupid
Mai persa
sientes fatal, ay que mal
Sabes yo te tengo una propuesta
Con
Otro look, otro hood, otro mod, otro cut
Otro lu-gar que no veríamos jamas si no escapábamos
dire "lol"
Sto bro mi dice che il flex è mod on
Non so con chi parlare c'è il mio bro
Questo che sparla di me da un tot
Questo che sparla di me da un tot
Feri G, 3 am bitch, yeah, ye
Fucking Crazy Mod le mandamo a to' motorsa pussy on my room I love your mod smokin' crystal on the moon smokin' blunt
cercle - Sans chercher à comprendre le monde dans lequel elle est née - Chaque être naît en suivant un modèle con
Been so long
So far from home
Had my eye on the damned
Now I feel like a ghost
Whosever heard of that before
All these mods are nothing but cons
But
si la jugará al pley
like a gta con chingo de mods evridei
Hablate claro papi que traes mucho delay
Ey
Nomás derrepente
Sigo montandome todo el
Suena suena ratata
Me saco el cod que es lo que la ak
Yo me siento god a mi no me mata
Yo traigo los mods y eso se saca
Con mucha simpleza
Tengo
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