Testo di Golden Arm

He is called the rocker I am called the king He's got the best of Soul Olymic Games I used to call him A counterfeit He's like a rocket He is docking on He stole my car, my girl, My guns, my band, The dance moves and minutes, My madness oh goodness My madness he stole it.... Rock the shit come on, take your guns come on rock tha shit while i am sittin in the basement. rock tha shit come on, take your guns come on rock the shit rock the shit He is wearin shot guns Awakes with gin Then he gets drunk and They still love him He's like a Jesus Feels like a God And no one knows that He locked me up. He stole my car, my girl, My guns, my band, The dance moves and minutes, My madness oh goodness My madness he stole it. My golden Arm... Rock the shit come on, take your guns come on rock tha shit while i am sittin in the basement. rock tha shit come on, take your guns come on rock the shit rock the shit He's called the rocker I'm called the king He's got the gold chains I've got the rings I used to love him. He tripped on me I am the real deal. Come set me free.