Текст песни: Sublime - New Song



I heard that payback`s a mother fuckin` bitch

But I won`t stress and I won`t switch

And I would not take my life

Glory please my God the only thing on my mind

Takes up all of my time

And I said ooh!

Running from a gun

Or some brain that ways a ton

And my God it hurts to get so low

Searchin` through the cars

Cold still searchin` through the night

I think I will run to you but I refuse to fuss and fight



And God may find a reason

Well I`m sure you`ll find a rhyme

Because it takes up nearly all my time

He who stands for freedom

God knows I`ve got the number

But maybe I just use too much



I was sitting in that bar

Now I`m sittin` in that stolen car

Cold, still rollin` down the boulevard

Saw you with a gleam

And the microphone scene

Think I will run, to you

But I know I won`t live for me

Cause I know God`s got both, the reason and the rhyme

Please tell me, why he takes up all my time

I`ve been drinking, just like you

And baby, you`ve got something I can use



Payback`s a mother fuckin` blast

But I won`t stress and I won`t blast

And I would not take my life

Glory please, my God, comin` from heaven above

Takes up all of my time

And I said



(Why must I feel like that?)



Running from a gun

And some brain that ways a ton

You know, I did that line for Flava` Flave



But, all the D.J.`s do it

All the D.J.`s use it

I would run, I would switch

But I wanna be the same

And I know I`ll find a reason

`Cause I always bust a rhyme

Because it takes up nearly all my time

The "T" hear stands for treason

The "D" hear stands for dove

And maybe I just use too,

Maybe I`m just used too much

And maybe I just use too much.

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I heard that payback`s a mother fuckin` bitch

But I won`t stress and I won`t switch

And I would not take my life

Glory please my God the only thing on my mind

Takes up all of my time

And I said ooh!

Running from a gun

Or some brain that ways a ton

And my God it hurts to get so low

Searchin` through the cars

Cold still searchin` through the night

I think I will run to you but I refuse to fuss and fight



And God may find a reason

Well I`m sure you`ll find a rhyme

Because it takes up nearly all my time

He who stands for freedom

God knows I`ve got the number

But maybe I just use too much



I was sitting in that bar

Now I`m sittin` in that stolen car

Cold, still rollin` down the boulevard

Saw you with a gleam

And the microphone scene

Think I will run, to you

But I know I won`t live for me

Cause I know God`s got both, the reason and the rhyme

Please tell me, why he takes up all my time

I`ve been drinking, just like you

And baby, you`ve got something I can use



Payback`s a mother fuckin` blast

But I won`t stress and I won`t blast

And I would not take my life

Glory please, my God, comin` from heaven above

Takes up all of my time

And I said



(Why must I feel like that?)



Running from a gun

And some brain that ways a ton

You know, I did that line for Flava` Flave



But, all the D.J.`s do it

All the D.J.`s use it

I would run, I would switch

But I wanna be the same

And I know I`ll find a reason

`Cause I always bust a rhyme

Because it takes up nearly all my time

The "T" hear stands for treason

The "D" hear stands for dove

And maybe I just use too,

Maybe I`m just used too much

And maybe I just use too much.

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