Metoda duży lotek Dont Hate on Me

He would sit in the class and dream
While the teacher lectured
Until the school bell would ring
He'd be President
Philosopher king

He was a dreamer, he was a creator
He would dream what he wished to be
He was a God, he was a creator
He fell in love with a mystery

He made up rock bands and TV stations
He invented the music
He invented the shows
He would lie on his bed at night
Spinning records on his chest while he sang

I am your God, I am your creator
But you can do what you want to do
I am your God, I am your creator
You can love

Rag doll, living in a movie
Hot tramp, Daddy's little cutie
You're so fine, they'll never see ya
Leavin' by the back door, man

Don't mind, come on up and see me
Rag doll, baby won't you do me
Like you done before

I'm feelin' like a bad boy
Mmm, just like a bad boy
I'm rippin' up a rag doll
Like throwin' away an old toy

Some babe's talkin' real loud
Talkin' all about the new crowd
Try and sell me on an old dream
A new version of the old scene
Speak easy on the grape vine
Keep shufflin' the shoe shine
Old tin lizzy do it till you're