Dream – Daan – letras

How did you do?Get stuck on my frontNot even blond you made to bontYou wanted me more than I needed youYou fly the broom!You took my credit card to pay for my doomBack to the base buzzling zoomI think I’ll do dance without youHoping that you stick to your glueNothing you do can my dream come trueView from a bitchCan’t take you no moreLower your pitchYou sing like a whoreAnd everytime I hear hour name I stopDon’t like the smellDon’t like the rumours that you spread oh so wellSome people think I was fooled ganz overruledI don’t need youTo get the clue stick to your crewNothing you do can make this dream come trueNow that you’re goneYou no laughing nun saved by the gongI wasted my cum I openly admit itYou was wrongTake back your longTake back the holy book that you’re swearing onTake back your nails and your crossYou lost the tossLook at yourselfOne from the shelfEach dozen twelfeAll that you do is make nightmares come trueSick to the bone I threw the first stone broke every boneFor you to dethrone was number one on my old wishing listI can declare I got an overdose of your silly flairThe kind the kind of chique they call sickGet of my dickThrow up my brick you grave you digNothing you do can make my dream comeMake my cream comeMake my cream comeMake my cream come true