Bosko - Crushed Lyrics
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Crushed
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What Are The Lyrics For Crushed By Bosko?
Its Limp Bizkit
And this is how we learn! You can't talk to me You're not supposed to be in ma face (So get the f*ck Outta ma face) My you insist You gotta talk that shit You gotta keep that dog-ass breath All up in ma face But I rememba' when You would neva' lie to a friend 'CXuse you were so high You were so shy You were so fucked up NE way [Chorus] Life keeps on tickin' Tickin' (tickin') Into tha future 'Cause this is how we learn Somebody better stop me Or at least stop this beat Before we start gettin' outta hand 'Cause this is how we learn And this is how we burn And this is how we burn You can't erase me I'm alive as I can be In you're face (So get the f*ck outta ma face) My you insist It's gotta turn out like this You gonna burn out like this All up in ma face But I rememba' how You said you want it all And you want it now 'Cause you were so young You were so dumb You were so fucked up in yo' way [Chorus] Think about it Think about it Oh my Where you at? C'mon I know ya feelin it baby I know ya feelin it C'mon freak baby Freak, freak baby Freak, freak baby And this is how it should be done And this is how it should be done 'Cause ma style is second to none Outta here I'm gettin' tha hell outta here Limp Bizkit style Yo' wait up |
Who Wrote Crushed By Bosko?
Leor Dimant, William Frederick Durst
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What's The Duration Of The Crushed By Bosko?The duration of Crushed is 4:03 minutes and seconds. |
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