Texty:
Tool Sober

" just before the son has come. Jesus, won't you fucking whistle something but the past and done? Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start this

Preklad: Nástroj. Triezvy.

" just before the son has come. Jesus, won't you fucking whistle something but the past and done? Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start this

we" just before the son has come. Jesus, won't you fucking whistle something but the past and done? Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start this

to sit on the globe like North Poles And that's the top mane; goin' hammer like a glock can All flowing grammar; no shots strayin' I'm so sober when

tryin' to keep it real Grim reaper that we call Revenge right beside ya in your ear He's sayin' your time expired, time is finally due it's clear Not sober

I collude with On this rude shit same way And will break a crab down in public Just to manipulate their pain Cryin', cryin' Why should I be sober When

every program and newscast, all of 'em white It's like Apartheid with ten percent ruling the rest that type of stress'll make me put the fucking tool

sold Roll mob deep, guns in the black jeep Mac-11's and legends, cracks in the streets Patroller, gold money-folder, gun happy soldiers Never sober takin