Put it on And don't say a word Put it on The one that I prefer Put it on And stand before my eyes Put it on Please don't question why Can you believe
Превод: Depeche Mode. Синя рокля.
: Put it on And don't say a word Put it on The one that I prefer Put it on And stand before my eyes Put it on Please don't question why Can you believe
, I take the pen and make pads bleed My mind clicks to homicide, bullets fly, ladies cry A lot of people die, some nights I can't right Stare at the blue
with me Want to soak up life for a while in laid back mode No boss, no clocks, no stress, no dress code And no shoes, no shirt, no problems Blues what blues
Top Notch Hoes Get The Most Not The Lesser Trash Like The Fuck With 40 Dollars In The Club [Verse 1: Z-Ro:] I stay in pimp mode, my fifty zip-codes,
mains s'unissent prennent place gars On peut tracer dans le moove meme a douze meme sans le flooze, Des blanches blues on peut depasser, eviter le blues
there with me Want to soak up life for a while In laid back mode No boss, no polite, no stress, no dress code No shoes, no shirt, no problems Blues what blues
the pen and make pads bleed My mind clicks to Homocide Bullets fly Ladies cry A lot of people die Some nights I can't right Stare at the blue lines I
oxymoronic shit, looking straight gay Now I ain't gonna pay, 'cause my name's on the guest list Fuck your dress code, I'm dressed in fresh mode And
King crab legs, with old bay season My salad dressing with blue cheese mixed with ranch [Chorus] [Kool Keith:] You thought I would be a cartoon character I'm in reverse mode