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Disturbed - Droppin' Plates Disturbed - Droppin' Plates | *** Autor textu: Disturbed *** Autor hudby: Disturbed | You said it couldn't be done
Told me that it's the kind of battle that just couldn't be won, you know
You're too sick, too hard, too fucked in the head
You'll never make it, no, not in this lifetime
Well guess again, my friend, don't act surprised
We got the bass drum kick that will blow out your eyes, huh
'Cause when you hear this shit, you'll get to steppin'
Gonna fight the war, and use my music as a weapon
You know I'm talkin' 'bout
Recognition
You know I'm talkin' 'bout
Vindication
Another goddamn slap in the face
Don't wanna give us a place, are you afraid
Well fear this, 'cause I'm breaking through the walls of your nightmare
Wake up, time to die
The way I'm livin' there is no compromising it
Better get ready for another surprise and it
May leave a mark, because I'm coming in fast
Planting thoughts in your mind and Droppin' Plates on your ass
Well here I come I'm Droppin' Plates on your ass bitch
You never mind and you don't need this
Well here I come I'm Droppin' Plates on your ass bitch
You never mind and you don't need
Well on your mark here we go again
Well never mind 'cause you're not number one
You're too hard and from the other side
I think it's time to bring it home again
Right to me
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