Mr. Lyrics & Tabs by The Crest
Mr.
guitar chords lyrics
Hey mista.
Hey mista.
Hey mista.
Hahah!
Hey mista, hind behind a big big desk
Trying to manufactor the scent of a big big chet
You are a big big steps of this global (?)
Put you're
instincts to test in trust the smell of it
Hey mista
I knew you had big big plans
gonna steal a boy intentions with a big big scam
you're a big big man
in a small small room
but it`s not what you consume
you're a big big man
in a small small room
but it`s not what you consume
it's what consumes you
hey mista
I see you armor televison sets
selling me, telling me
this is the best product developed yet
but mista
I heard this overboard and before
when they said it I accepted and they tried to sell me more
hey mista
how many bombs will it take to make peace
how many moms will lose sons
when the sun sets in the middle east
mista
can you please explain all the names
to this day
how would no charges in (?) obey
hey mista
hidin` behind a limo tinted windows
lookin`to make a profit
ending it all costin`
hey mista
just for your infor- mation
time will be served for justice
can`t be bought
Hey mista
mista mista mista
whoopin`up you`re isle
never coma billy gen to use em`to lie
(get high)
mista mista mista
whoopin`up you`re isle
you`re the system rocka morphin
you make desert run
Hey mista
mista mista mista
whoopin`up you`re isle
never comin`till it get a use spinnin`then alligned
you`re high
mista mista mista
whoopin`up you`re isle
chop how I`m watching judgement that`s different
I have been seeing kinds from
large incomes
be worse than the kids that don`t have none
I know a rich rich girl turned into a bum
hates her parents so much
she can`t live with either one
she sits on the corner
doesn`t eat for a month
she thinks it`s a sick world
that we`re living in wrong
she`s docking for any little cigarette bun
that she can put in her mouth
because she`s stoven as fucked
hey mista
her dad is just like you
he used to put her down with a strict corfume
he used to scream at her when she was in atume
when the yelling out way that smell a new perfume
hey mista
she won`t go home for a dollar
she heard some say her dad said he doesn`t have a daughter
so she burned down everything in his punk- ass of a morda
and choses to live on the streets now starving
hey mista
bring your ear near my mouth
and maybe you can hear what I`m talking about
or maybe you would chose to block me out
either way there`s no girl living in you`re huge house
hey mista
