Tekster:
Bad Religion How Much Is Enough

realize His surfeit has become his demise? How much is enough to kill yourself? That quantity is known today As we blow ourselves away Tell me is there

, His surfeit has become his demise? How much is enough to kill oneself? That quantity is known today, As we blow ourselves away Tell me is there anything

she is the bear The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid My father didn't give a fuck, so it's something I inherit My mom is all I have so it's never

in my pocket everyone, that's a million 60 grand rubber band that's how i'm livin I got to much true religion like im ?????? im stocked up on niggas

I am your religion I am your shotgun mechanical bride Nothing is done without my approval I own you, I own you I decide how long you sleep And how much

the truth written by the masters My niggaz is chillin', gettin' high, relaxin' Envisionin', ownin' shit, yo, it can happen What do we own? Not enough land, not enough homes Not enough

From the inside out We can start by not lying so much And treating other people like dirt It's easy not to base our lives On how much we can scam

boy, I wanna hug all ya, I?m bad for you kids to listen to Soy is not the choice, I'm bad milk, drink it [Verse 9] My wrist is all red from the cutter

the truth written by the masters My niggaz is chillin, gettin high, relaxin Envisionin, ownin shit, yo it can happen What do we own? Not enough land, not enough homes Not enough