Good People Check (Hrvatski Remix)

Текст песни Themselves - Good People Check (Hrvatski Remix)

Good People Check LyricsThis one turns to shame and fame and what not

You sound hollow, this upsets me
You didn't always (always)
You can tell a lot about a man (anyways)
From the sound of his music (yours is hollow)
Yours is hollow sounding (sounding)
Frankly, you've become suckers (suckers)

You sound hollow, this upsets me
You didn't always (always)
You can tell a lot about a man (anyways)
From the sound of his music (yours is hollow)
Yours is hollow sounding (sounding)
Frankly, you've become suckers (suckers)
This is a dis song
Dis song absolute

Because you can't respect me
Because I can't respect you

This is a quitters anthem
This is why you should quit

Because you've cheated, and ate where you shit

All my good people you know who you are
And all you lazy lawyers and hookers
Oughta know damn well how something awful scars

So I rap with a passion and stock rap in a record store
You make me embarrassed for both, you fell on your sword

Sh sh, sh sh sh sh
Ah aha ah ooh, look out now

[Shove the gun up your ass
Shove that gun up your ass
Shove your gun up your ass
You're as good as dead] x 4
Woe's me, my rotting tape collection
Be still my beating heart
Now I buy one new rap CD six months apart

From underground to mainstream
Pioneers to fireplace rap

This is the voice of our age
Not the skin off your back

Come see me I serve you
Give you free music and step
It was nothing, I did it just to save our rep

Once again they took it to the bridge

The invisible unknown enemy
Cowards hiding behind imaginary lines
(Please recite the word by exaggerating the images color coding)

The invisible unknown enemy
Jail time behind imaginary bars
(Not really art not really life...
They would be toys for adults)

[Walk into the fact
You're blind from the fire
I turn a blind eye
The lawyer and the hooker] x 4
Misogyny
Adultery
Homophobia
Thing tug
How far into the fire can you pour out blood

Misogyny
Adultery
Homophobia
Thing tug
How far into the fire can you pour out blood

Keep on smoking cigarettes on fire station steps

No more 40-year-old poet...

Sound the good the bad and the ugly whistle