Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi leggere il testo della canzone To Victory , di - JT Music. Data di rilascio: 29.06.2017
Lingua della canzone: Inglese
To Victory |
| This ballad is dedicated to the brave men and women |
| Who triumphantly traverse the treacherous terrain |
| Who fearlessly face unfathomable foes |
| Who conquer incalculable chaos |
| And all for what… |
| For the glory… |
| Of VICTORY |
| Recently divorced, I’m a father of one |
| I have a couple kids but they’re both with their mom |
| Luckily this weekend I got custody of my son |
| I took that fucker for a ride, cuz he wanted some fun |
| «Hey daddy, daddy, I wanna go faster!» |
| I’m sweating my ass off, shut up you little bastard |
| «I'm telling mom cuz you let me get stabbed» |
| Just another fun weekend with dad |
| Who’s hoppin' over obstacles, smashin' through glass |
| Bouncin' all around like a Kardashian’s ass |
| Call me Pogo Pete, I’m screamin' YOLO, SKEET |
| Better clear a path if I’m hoppin' down your street |
| I’m like a homicidal-kangaroo-jackhammer-man |
| Old ladies, little babies, doesn’t matter where I land |
| I got a sword in my ass, and this shit hurts |
| But I always wear a helmet, safety first |
| My Happy Wheels keep turnin' |
| I’ll be flyin' at the speed of light |
| How I love the smell of rubber burnin' |
| Push my limit cuz I’m ready to die |
| Get out of my way, my agenda matters |
| Ate 5 Big Macs and I’ve got a full bladder |
| Cruisin' through Wal-Mart, I’m the quickest |
| Only obstacle I’ve got is my diabetes |
| Keep your distance bitch, haven’t showered in years |
| Runnin' on Doritos and a couple of beers |
| They say my blood pressure’s gonna number my days |
| You think obesity kills? I say obesity SLAYS |
| That verse was phat, talk about a segue |
| I ride around on my energy-efficient segway |
| Meeting at twelve, and I can’t be late |
| I work in HR, and I mediate |
| Just a day at the office, but it’s kind of a drag |
| My best friends — left hand — and a nudey mag |
| I love my corporate lifestyle, I’m kinda nerdy |
| Won’t stop this office freak from ridin' dirty |
| My Happy Wheels are a-rollin' |
| Even with this harpoon deep in my ass |
| Love the carnage, body parts are a-bowlin' |
| I’m hangin' on, my limbs are barely attached |
| Throw your child in a blender |
| Laughing as he’s dismembered |
| What’s the point of this mutilation |
| Crash and tumble through gauntlets |
| Tell me why do we want this |
| My masochistic jubilation |
| I’ll be quick to turn you into mince meat |
| I’m the sickest lawn mower that you ever did meet |
| Landscapin' faces, I make it personal |
| You stood me up on prom night, and I won’t be merciful |
| (BITCH) |
| Nothin' runs like a Deere, except you |
| I love the smell of fresh cut grass and death too |
| I’m armored by fat, don’t think that you can kill me |
| Hope you brought an appetite, I’m makin' human chili |
| I smell like feces and I’m really baldin' |
| No need for sneakers, I got wheels and rockets |
| I rock the cosmos like I’m Steven Hawking |
| Not handicapped, but I don’t feel like walkin' |
| I’m on welfare, cashin' checks |
| On crack and meth while I’m crackin' heads |
| Haven’t been the same since I got back from 'Nam |
| Just like Rambo — (If he was a bum!) |
| My Happy Wheels are spinnin' |
| Arms and legs and heads keep on flyin' by |
| Like a monkey through the jungle swingin' |
| Covered up in blood, and I’m in my prime |
| It’s not bad, just a flesh wound |
| But I’ll probably be dead soon |
| Someone oughtta take a screenshot of me |
| I’ll go out like a rockstar |
| Body parts will be long gone |
| Just as long as I get to Victory |