the flops in my house We was jumpin' on [Incomprehensible] and kickin' ceilings Nowadays people listen to me When I say, 'Get out' They're drivin' me fuckin' nuts over here chief I gotta get
Traducción: Sublime. Get Out!.
Traducción: Sublime. Get Out.
Traducción: Sublime. Get Out (Remix).
my house. We were jumping on walls and kicking ceilings. Now a days people listen to me, when I say.."GET OUT!" (they're driving me fucking crazy over here chief, I gotta get
me now and I say .."GET OUT" All the time the people want to know the meaning of the word Sublime It ain't anarchist, it's the shit you missed We get
in my house. We were jumping on walls and kicking ceilings. Now a days people listen to me, when I say.."GET OUT!" (they're driving me fucking crazy over here chief, I gotta get
to me now and I say .."GET OUT" All the time the people want to know the meaning of the word Sublime It ain't anarchist, it's the shit you missed We get
I'm happy to be a psychiatrical mess I get a thrill Bein' mentally ill, yes I do They seem to think it's a crime But it's a pleasure sublime, oh yes
kill the time While mine cultivate the consciousness And chill the spine, heal the mind, yet still sublime Ride out, relax and ride out Relax and ride out Relax and ride out
Now we?re comin? out Out of our closets Out on the streets Yes, we?re comin? out Yeah, we?re comin? out Yeah, we?re comin? out
mouth This sublimation's out of my hands You stay 'cause you think you want me Pray when you need advice Hey, keep your sickness off me I'm trying to get
Sometimes when I get upset You chill me out and put it to rest When I feel in dangerous times You make a call and give me a sign You wrap me up in love
before time, a land before altar boys Synagogues and shrines, man was in his prime look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme the method is sublime you get
time Subliminal sublime The criminal's crime I reach and climb I keep it refined I speak and I grind Away Keep watching your back and cover your tracks Get
You can't stop my shine, my state of being's too sublime Too refined, too significant to be defined I've got a round and automatic for you mortals out
you choose me out of sympathy Or did you choose me for your appetite? (VERSE 3) I'm so rigid, you're so loose How come you get the medal but I get the
