Hacktivist
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And Only Time Will Tell
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Текст песни "Hacktivist — And Only Time Will Tell"
And only time will tell
I never knew you was that kinda girl
You might aswell just go to hell
What you did was below the belt
And fuck you and your friends aswell
Dont wanna keep goin round like a carousel
Untill shit gets deep like a grand can of Stell
Blaaaah
Thats how I felt
Exposed like the girls on the top shelf
And thats no good for my health
I dont wanna hang myself with a belt
Empire and my lyrical stealth
Cold like a snowman but never melts
And when the clock strikes twelve
Get the fuck out my world
Cos you dont wanna get j-hurled
Right off a cliff in the water and swirled
Round with the waves battle down with the j
Bitch give me back those diamond and pearls
Your memories keep making me hurl
Like im gonna be sick
Put me on a track ad its gonna be sick
And only time will tell that your gonna be shit shit
I wouldnt throw you a rope if you was in a pit
If you was on fire I wouldn't even spit
Dont come back to the yard cos ive flipped
Smashed up everything, even the kitchen sink
Pictures of us in the bin, bitch as I chuck this ring
And the rest of your clothes on the floor with a note
With a song for you to sing
This time
Will be your last
This time
Will be your last
And when the clock strikes twelve
Get the fuck out my world
Cos you dont wanna get j-hurled
Round with the waves battle down with the j
Bitch give me back those diamond and pearls
Your memories keep making me hurl
Like im gonna be sick
Put me on a track ad its gonna be sick
And only time will tell that your gonna be shit shit
I wouldnt throw you a rope if you was in a pit
If you was on fire I wouldn't even spit
Dont come back to the yard cos ive flipped
Smashed up everything, even the kitchen sink
Pictures of us in the bin, bitch as I chuck this ring
And the rest of your clothes on the floor with a note
With a song for you to sing
