Knock over

Do it in despite, do it by your hand, Turn over the world, knock over the sky. In each outline and in each draft

Good girls or worn out Hurry up, there is mess, fuck bouncer, also them they're motherf' Mess, big right, have to knock over the taser A homie hit him in the face, he wants to come back with a Fazer

You’re my favourite, my breath From here it’s necessary to knock over From here it’s necessary to knock over It’s not necessary to scorch me

With my monkey power I sing pop songs Girls get shudders, their boyfriends are getting angry She blows me a kiss, I knock over a bus for her Stand in the sun and drum on my chest

It flies, it searches, it wonders, it thinks: "Will I build my house on the wind, my home on the waves? The wind will knock over my house, the waves will take my home"

Focus on the sun and we'll be alright Why must you knock over all of my toys And then you run, I am really getting annoyed

Do it in-spite, do it by hand, Turn over the world, knock over the sky. In each outline, in each draft,

The moon always cracks a nostalgic smile The clouds are also waiting for the wind to come The wind also can’t knock over my willow tree waist In this peach blossom field, hopping around

I will applause He will not know what's defeat He will knock over with one touch Oh, I'm gonna faint

Use your hands to make it The world is to turn over The sky is to knock over Each sketch of a pupil

But they don’t really care to have the truth Getting them to understand is a waste of time I can knock over that bunch of malicious dominos Even if you tell them to stop, they’ll keep going

Dare again, Knock over their decor, our dreams will surely Grow back through the ashes, someday

Rich couples insult themselves, the waiter is the only one delighted by it They make the prostitue bleed, and on top of that she's pregnant They knock over tables and chairs, make a terrible racket They unplug the cables, empty the cash registers and rob the cupboards

Once it will stop We will vanish If they would knock over that wall

i heard a thousand times this isn't a hit, it's a regular song the text is simple, it doens't knock over and there isn't any rule here, listen to the messed up one

Knock Knock Knock! Knock Over! If we walk with our tails wagging (wag-wag) We can knock over the common sense that's stuck there

I have money Smell it Without necessity to knock over any bastard...

Well... we need more! We knock over our lives.

I'm breaking every rule I'm ignorant of traffic lights knock over old ladies every day who then topple over

I eat them for dinner and then I get carried out On Friday I do somersaults and read 'Högasi' I knock over old ladies and whip bartenders And I kick a n-gger who's washing his feet