Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little by Little (Nba2k11), artist - The Chicharones. Album song When Pigs Fly, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.11.2005
Record label: Camobear
Song language: English
Little by Little (Nba2k11) |
| Little by little by little by |
| I’m going crazy… |
| Little by little by little by |
| I’m going crazy… |
| In reality, I’m just an average Joe with a simple life |
| No American idol but I get by |
| Wish I could tour with Fifth Wheel bus |
| Back to the real world, time to wake up |
| Smell antifreeze and now with big brothers |
| Bad to me, I’ve got a blind date with destiny |
| I’m Mexican, what an amazing race I get to be |
| Most days are wickedly perfect |
| You’re not affecting me |
| Making me nervous, I’m a survivor |
| The last on the planet deserted |
| Pass the word like a ten thousand dollar pyramid scheme |
| Changing the face of the game like a sworn medical team |
| Lead troopers, a league of supreme losers |
| Press your luck with Sleep; |
| go home, the biggest loser |
| I’ll have the last laugh like the last comic standing |
| Making the band play as you walk off stage empty handed |
| And I’m, taking home America’s next top model |
| Back to the bachelor pad, show her some Longfellow… |
| Little by little by little by |
| I’m going crazy… |
| Little by little by little by |
| I’m going crazy… |
| Little by little by little by |
| I’m going crazy… |
| Little by little by little by |
| I’m going crazy… |
| Little by little, grow a little more bitter |
| Sit down in my chair like a grown man to his dinner |
| Where’s my newspaper, boy? |
| Dog, fetch me my slippers |
| Feed me, do the dishes, if you need me, I’m in the shitter |
| With everybody so emo everyone expects emotion |
| While I’m holding onto long-term solution to that notion |
| That everything my story, shown off, be banned |
| Be thrown into the lions as if the crowd cared |
| Some are born like us, most important like them |
| Some will live to the fullest; |
| some will die in the system |
| Just trying to live the natzi |
| I admire the mission; |
| acquire the license to listen |
| We’re the fire the passim |
| So where’s my welfare? |
| Where’s my healthcare? |
| Where’s my sandwich? |
| There’s my sandwich |
| Spin doctors spinning, old white men grinning |
| Power to the rival, end to its bidding |
| Can you think of a single thing you’ve done |
| That’s meant anything, anything at all? |
| I know I’ll probably take the fall… |
| I was going into circles till I hit the wall… |
| Can you think of a single thing you’ve done |
| That’s meant anything, anything at all? |
| I know I’ll probably take the fall… |
| I was going into circles till I hit the wall… |
| I’m absolutely sure one day I’ll settle down |
| Find a special spot, My best gal and some mescal |
| Got trees growing, got a flower garden going |
| Couple herbs for the cooking, couple more for the smoking |
| Got a hammock for the swinging, fresh tomatoes for the salad |
| That’ll compliment the burgers straight cookin' on the grill |
| Still I drink myself stupid; |
| I can’t walk home alone |
| Need a shoulder to lean on, I need a cold beer, come on |
| Music’s my meal ticket, if I could keep living on beer to get |
| Time’s ticking like weed in your mind and you don’t get it |
| No ace in the hole and the weight of the game |
| Is breaking your soul, keep changing your game |
| Playing the role |
| Keep on selling my family short, like toll caritas |
| Just let it linger, hard to turn the other cheek with broken fingers |
| And I, humbled myself till I was hollow inside |
| But no more, I get this and you can swallow my pride! |
| Little by little by little by |
| I’m going crazy… |
| Little by little by little by |
| I’m going crazy… |
| Little by little by little by |
| I’m going crazy… |
| Little by little by little by |
| I’m going crazy… |