Guttermouth - Steak Lyrics






When will my ship come in, man, I really gotta know
Cause I'm tired at living at the Y with 50 other guys that smell like Frenchmen

Necesidad un bistek salvar al dia
Necesidad un bistek slavar al dia
Necesidad un bistek slavar al dia
Necesidad un bistek slavar al dia

My life's been such a wreck, there's no aces, no aces in my deck
I'm starting to believe my ship is make believe lights out at ten

Necesidad un bistek slavar al dia
Necesidad un bistek slavar al dia
Necesidad un bistek slavar al dia
Necesidad un bistek slavar al dia

Everyday I try so hard I ain't never got a card for my birthday
If I ever make it, I'll broil, saute, or bake it. Give me steak

Necesidad un bistek salvar al dia
Necesidad un bistek salvar al dia
Necesidad un bistek salvar al dia
Necesidad un bistek salvar al dia

Gozar su comida
Gozar su comida
Gozar su
Comida





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