Testo What I Can't Describe - feat. Boo Yaa T.R.I.B.E. Explicit Album Version - Transplants
Testo della canzone What I Can't Describe - feat. Boo Yaa T.R.I.B.E. Explicit Album Version (Transplants), tratta dall'album Haunted Cities (Explicit Content U.S. Version)
Let the funky beat blaze
I take my last breath (last breath)
It's like I'm dead inside, dead inside (dead inside)
It's like I'm past it (past it)
It's what I can't describe, can't describe (can't describe)
You said money cant buy me love, and that's true
But money can buy me drugs so that's cool
The best of the worst skinhead Rob one and only fully loaded
Riding dirty and I'm feeling kinda lonely
Of a wet one throw back dip in the fifth
Punch drunk with a pistol so I'll probably miss
Any chance that I have to turn my house to a home
Times up, game's over, I'm dying alone
I take my last breath (last breath)
It's like I'm dead inside, dead inside (dead inside)
It's like I'm past it (past it)
It's what I can't describe, can't describe (can't describe)
That's what it is, it ain't me to complain
Cut kakies, brown chucks, white t-shirts and braids
Boo Yaa T.R.I.B.E. unexplainable gang
Transplanted, but I came west forward so let it flame
They love the music so let the funky beat blaze
We keep it G'd up with the heat up
Royal crown, tequila, six trey with the usos
Puffin on the silver black guerrilla
On a Saturday after noon
Alpines 808 go boom-soo-ooh-wee
For the G's and the harmony
I take my last breath (last breath)
It's like I'm dead inside, dead inside (dead inside)
It's like I'm past it (past it)
It's what I can't describe, can't describe (can't describe)
'Cause everyone's a victim
And everyone's a target
And everyone's an enemy
The reason that I spark it
In this life, I got everything I wanted
Money and fame but I don't flaunt it
Walk through the state undaunted
State of California but the state is haunted
Nine o'clock, ten o'clock, now we're gone
Ain't gonna stop until the early morn
Ain't gonna stop util the break of dawn
I got my crew coming over, now I know it's on
From the land of the lost where the good die young
Got your son smoked out in the hood buying guns
Not the first or the last time, test me and I'll blast mine
Neighbor versus neighbor and its killing as a past time
I've heard it all before, and nope, I'm not buying
The biggest and the baddest get broke, I'm not lying
I could get get it next, you could get it right now
I roll with Samoans, if you want I'll show you how
I take my last breath (last breath)
It's like I'm dead inside, dead inside (dead inside)
It's like I'm past it (past it)
It's what I can't describe, can't describe (can't describe)
Let the funky beat blaze
Let the funky beat blaze
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Writer(s): Paul Devoux, Travis Barker, Timothy Armstrong, Rob Aston
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