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作词 : Jonatan Leandoer Håstad
作曲 : Jonatan Leandoer Håstad/Carl-Mikael Berlander
Leeaaann
Fattest bag around, tell the law when I don’t **** with
The saddest firm around, turn to dogs if they barkin' on me
Bag filled with white life, let’s throw it in the drawer, homie
Leave my body in the night, wake up with some liquor on me
Wake up with some liquor in me
Wake up and the world is empty
Wake up, bet my bag is empty
Wake up, take a trip to Paris
Two dead rats and I see a gallon
Got alotta **** in my bag like Santa
*****es see me, hoes gettin' tantrum
Rockstar *****, I'm like Marilyn Manson
Dirt on my face, *****es think I'm handsome
18, but my money likes expansion
Me and my boys, we just styled in Aspen
After breakfast, people call us madmen
I've always been this way and I call them hasbeens
Never gave a **** it's like it never mattered
Accept the actions, forget the sanction
Blowin' smoke in your face, became a dragon
Money in my right and my left hand
Ridin' on a horse with a dead man
Xans in my left hand
Leeaaann
Fattest bag around, tell the law when I don’t **** with
The saddest firm around, turn to dogs if they barkin' on me
Bag filled with white life, let’s throw it in the drawer, homie
Leave my body in the night, wake up with some liquor on me
Wake up with some liquor in me
Wake up and the world is empty
Wake up, bet my bag is empty
Wake up, take a trip to Paris
Fattest bag around, tell the law when I don’t **** with
The saddest firm around turn to dogs if they barkin' on me
Bag filled with white life, let’s throw it in the drawer, homie
Leave my body in the night, wake up with some liquor on me
Wake up with some liquor in me
Wake up and the world is empty
Wake up, bet my bag is empty
Wake up, take a trip to Paris
