Yak

Bellyache
You're tired of greedy bodies You're tired of greedy bodies You're tired of greedy bodies You're tired of greedy bodies You're tired of greedy bodies You're tired of greedy bodies You're tired of greedy bodies You're tired of greedy bodies, bodies Got the cake then eat it Now you got bellyache Got goo-goo eyes Has greedy mother's eyes Got everything you want But you wanted more cause you're so greedy Got the habit, let's feed it Hope it poisons you Got that heavy consumption Is it the many or is it the few? And that's you So I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm, I'm coming after you How? How? How? How? (How?) How? How? How? How? (How?) How? How? How? How? (How?) How? How? How? How? Letras de canciones Now beauty breeds a certain kind of beauty And money makes money, but what if you're born with nothing? That makes you the underdog You're from a different league 'Cause you're the underdog Ah-woo (I'm tired of greedy bodies I'm tired of greedy bodies I'm tired of greedy bodies I'm tired of greedy bodies, bodies) Now sleep six feet tall While others just crawl You know you can't paper over the fractures From the cash under the mattress, woo Your daddy's fat And your mama good lookin' too And you're in the book The book-a-book-a-book, the book-a-book-a-book of who's who Well, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm, I'm coming after you How? How? How? How? (How?) How? How? How? How? (How?) How? How? How? How? (How?) How? How? How? How? Now beauty breeds a certain kind of beauty And money makes money, but what if you're born with nothing? That makes you the underdog Man, you're in a different class 'Cause you're the underdog Ah-woo Beauty breeds a certain kind of beauty and money makes money That tastes like money (I'm tired of greedy bodies I'm tired of greedy bodies I'm tired of greedy bodies I'm tired of greedy bodies, bodies) If you're going for broke, just make sure you don't choke From Letras Mania