Весь день хожу под эту песню...:
The bass, the rock
The mic, the treble
I like my coffee black
Just like my metal
The bass, the rock
The mic, the treble
I like my coffee black
Just like my metal
I can't wait for you to knock me up
In a minute, minute
In a fuckin' minute
I can't wait for you to knock me up
In a minute, minute
In a second
I can't wait for you to shut me up
And make me hip like badass
I can't wait for you to shut me up
Shut it up
I can't wait for you to shut me up
And make me hip like badass
I can't wait for you to shut me up
Shut it up
The bass, the rock
The mic, the treble
I like my coffee black
Just like my metal
The bass, the rock
The mic, the treble
I like my coffee black
Just like my metal
I can't wait for you to knock me up
In a minute, minute
In a fucking minute
I can't wait for you to knock me up
In a minute, minute
In a second
I can't wait for you to shut me up
And make me hip like badass
I can't wait for you to shut me up
Shut it up
I can't wait for you to shut me up
And make me hip like badass
I can't wait for you to shut me up
Shut it up
I don't find it funny right now (right now)
Just want my ma-ma-ma-money right now (now)
I'm on my way to the party right now (right now)
I don't find it funny right now (right now)
Just want my ma-ma-ma-money right now (now)
I'm on my way to the party right now (right now)
Because the break, the break, the break
I can't wait for you to shut me up
And make me hip like badass
I can't wait for you to shut me up
Shut it up
I can't wait for you to shut me up
And make me hip like badass
I can't wait for you to shut me up
Shut it up
О, как говорит Гоку: "Оно съело мой мосг!!!" Воистину, только вот мозги у меня остались... Да, наоборот мое сознание вливается в музыку, вбирая в себя слова, смысл и мелодию, чтобы иметь в своем реперутаре жизни...
Почти как вбирание знаний. Еще один способ самосовершенствования...
Одной рукой пишу, другой же держу кота за лапу. Смотрица сентиментально...
А дабы не превращать свой дневник в сортир, придется мне меньше ругаться. Отныне буду стреляться только "ромашками". *упал со стула в приступе безумного хохота - по силам ли такое?*
Ну что же, в ванную, а затем писать продолжение фика. Домашняя работа подождет, ведь я дома один, а так редко удается посидеть так, чтобы никто не мешал тебе...
