Keep It Comin — текст песни (House Of Pain)

Smokin up an l

Might kill a brain cell

But I might as well

Im on a highway to hell

Sometimes I feel doomed,

Totally consumed

By an eerie feelin

I hear pigs squealin

Soldiers of fortune

Are torchin huts

The girls on them tvs

Are shakin their butts

Im hyperventilatin

I might be hallucinatin

Yo I got a chill

Im feelin sort of ill

Im goin mad

But arent ya glad

Ya used dial

Im goin out like style



Chorus



Uh and ya dont quit

Yeah, keep it comin

And ya dont stop

They say

Uh and ya dont quit



I got complexes

Ya cant figure out

My dad said

"hes a bum, kick the nigger out"

My heads fucked up

But I lucked up

And got a hit record

Now Im well respected

I can go places I never went before

I still dress the same

So it must be my name

I cant deal

With whos real and whos not

Who treated me the same

When my record wasnt hot

They said I couldnt eat too

So I put my cake down

I think Im having a breakdown



Chorus



Its not paranoia

I got something for ya

Its made of chrome

And itll burst you dome

No joke my gunll

Blow a fuckin tunnel

Right through your body

Free john gotti

Ill leave with your hotty

And Ill take her home

Lay her down on her back

And Ill make her moan



Chorus



Uh and ya dont quit

Yeah, keep me cummin

And ya dont stop

Soul assasins and ya dont stop

Funkdoobie and ya dont stop

Cypress hill and ya dont stop

House of pain and ya dont stop

Soul assasins and ya dont stop