Nejlepší skladby od interpreta KryFuZe
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
KryFuZe
Performer
McGwire
Performer
Genichris
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John O'Neill
Composer
Christopher Naused
Lyrics
Texty
Go be a, be a
Good little robot and do what you're told
Do what you're told; get the big man his gold
Ayy, cash, cash
Pay your taxes
If you dip, you know what happens
No time to procrastinate
Wit' all the hell that we're evadin'
Paid, paid, but not enough, man
Pull yo weight wit' all this stuff, man
That duck is tough, man
Don't call his bluff, man
*Quack*, fuck
Ah, that's rough, man
All the ways you die are just so funny to me
Now bring that money to me
So be a good little robot and do what you're told
Do what you're told; get the big man his gold
You'll be a dead little robot out in the cold
If you break the mould, so do what you're told
So, the computer been tellin' us how much we gotta collect
Bringin' fragile and sensitive riches, take what we can get
Just don't drop nothin', man, and we'll all be fine
That took off about three-hundred and five (Dude)
I'm tryin' my best, but I'm just surrounded by idiots
Bumblin', stumblin', chuckle-nut gugglin'
Dimwitted little moron bots
I'm clearly the best in the squad
They keep messin' around, might blow my head clean off
Either you will die, or you'll come runnin' to me
And you'll bring that money to me
So be a good little robot and do what you're told
Do what you're told; get the big man his gold
You'll be a dead little robot out in the cold
If you break the mould, so do what you're told
Yeah, we're all good little robots, we do what we're told
Do what we're told; get the big man his gold
'Cause we'll be dead little robots out in the cold
If we break the mould, so we do what we're told
Ain't worth anything
You ain't worth anything
No, no
It ain't worth anything
Gold ain't worth a thing
Compared to seein' you wander aimlessly
Only your dead friends believe in you
Or are they leaving you?
So be a good little robot and do what you're told
Do what you're told; get the big man his gold
Yeah, we're all good little robots, we do what we're told
Do what we're told; get the big man his gold
'Cause we'll be dead little robots out in the cold
If we break the mould, so we do what we're told
Written by: Christopher Naused, John O'Neill