- Голоса:
 - Композиторы:
 - Barker
 - Travis L / Armstrong
 - Tim / Devoux
 - Paul / Aston
 - Rob
 
- Жанры:
 - Punk
 
- Теги:
 - depression
 - summer
 - test
 
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Transplants - Текст песни What I Can't Describe
"What I Can't Describe" 
(feat. Boo Yaa Tribe) 
Let the funky beat blaze!
I take my last breath (last breath) 
Its like Im dead inside (dead inside) 
Its like Im past it (past it) 
Its what I cant describe (cant describe) 
(Rob) 
You said money cant buy me love and that's true 
But money can buy me drugs so that's cool 
The best of the worst skinhead Rob one and only fully loaded 
Riding dirty and I'm feeling kinda lonely 
Of a wet one throw back dip in the fifth 
Punch drunk with a pistol so I'll probably miss 
Any chance that I have to turn my house to a home 
Times up, game's over, I'm dying alone 
I take my last breath (last breath) 
Its like Im dead inside (dead inside) 
Its like Im past it (past it) 
Its what I cant describe (cant describe) 
(Guest) 
Yeah, that's what it is it ain't me to complain 
Cut khakies brown chucks white t-shirts and braids 
Boo Ya Tribe unexplainable gang 
transplanted but i came 
west forward so let it flame 
they love the music 
so let the funky beat blaze 
we keep it G'd up 
with the heat up 
Royal crown, tequilla 
six trey with the usos 
puffin on the silver black guerrilla 
on a Saturday after noon 
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For the G's and the harmony 
I take my last breath (last breath) 
Its like Im dead inside (dead inside) 
Its like Im past it (past it) 
Its what I cant describe (cant describe) 
[Bridge sing this) 
Cause everyone's victim 
And everyone's a target 
And everyone's an enemy 
The reason that I spark it 
(Tim sing this) 
In this life I got everything I wanted 
Money and fame but I don't flaunt it 
Walk through the state undaunted 
State of California but the state is haunted 
Got a car, get a car, then we're gone 
Ain't gonna stop till the early morn 
Ain't gonna stop till the break of dawn 
I got my crew coming over now you know its on 
(Rob sing again) 
From the land of the lost where the good die young 
Got yer son smoked out in the hood buying guns 
Not the first or the last time test me and I'll blast mine 
Neighbor versus neighbor and its killing as a past time 
I've heard it all before and nope Im not buying 
The biggest and the baddest get broke im not lying 
I could get it next you could get it right now 
I roll with samoans, if you want I'll show you how 
I take my last breath (last breath) 
Its like Im dead inside (dead inside) 
Its like Im past it (past it) 
Its what I cant describe (cant describe) 
let the funky beat blaze 
let the funky beat blaze










