Laugh You Out The House words and music by Tracey Thorn Don't show your tears boy they'll laugh you out the house. Got to be a man now, anything less
译文: 但女孩的一切. 笑你出内务.
: Laugh You Out The House words and music by Tracey Thorn Don't show your tears boy they'll laugh you out the house. Got to be a man now, anything less
that goose egg how you loosin your religion Hey man, they say you only live once So go to work for what you need but Imma give you what you want All the girls
few tips from you do you show all attention after working all day do you clean up after him like he ain't house trained let him walk all over you but
gonna have to find who you are Can't find your lane but you wanna be a star A star, do you wanna be a star? Can't find your lane but you wanna be, wanna
But you never get paid, don't lie to me You just look good and you get to ride for free What you eat and what you drink, you trade for sex Pick you
like calvin Get everything you want, get real, get you mail Get your girl to make bail and get your ass out of jail You should be gettin it, everything you want Everything you
you girls out there, that fit my rhyme You'd better think twice before you jump on mine Little girl's so thick, you might think she's grown But if you
but I'm tryin' to give you the life that I never had I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh I can see it in your eyes, deep inside
they give her the better half Well, it all sounds sort of funny But it hurts too much to laugh She got the gold mine, I got the shaft Now, listen, you
? Who knew I'd have to look at you through a glass? An' look, you tell me you ain't did it, then you ain't did it An' if you did, then that's family business
you know nuthin' real fancy About this homeboy named Fred and this girl named Nancy But word when it was over, I said yo that was def And everything seemed all right when we left But
son up He been at school for a week You fucking freak, trying to get the best of me Kidnap you ass, leave you lost like really without destiny You stank trick, you
And you hate rap I like that girl I argue with Keisha, I aint like that girl You jumped, right out the car, to fight that girl You beat her ass you aint
gun but I need one You want to come up quick in this old shit so you can get it But how the fuck you gone make your reeves givin' out credit To tweaker
