Tekster:
Doorman

Doorman, you got an attitude Ya like immigration in a cheaper suit You'd like nothing more than to break my face No rhyme, no reason, no color or race

Chances are you've heard this But your headphones mute your equilibrium Hearing tests the mattress hit the mistress fooled But nothing ever felt this

Doorman you got an attitude Ya like immigration in a cheaper suit You'd like nothing more than to break my face No rhyme no reason no colour or race

Oversættelse: Ingen Mere Black. D Er For Doorman.

Doorman you got an attitude Ya like immigration in a cheaper suit You'd like nothing more than to break my face No rhyme no reason no colour or race

: Doorman you got an attitude Ya like immigration in a cheaper suit You'd like nothing more than to break my face No rhyme no reason no colour or race

Chances are you've heard this But your headphones mute your equilibrium Hearing tests the mattress hit the mistress fooled But nothing ever felt this

I know this guy with an agenda to his name. He calls himself my friend, but I don't want to know him. He'll be the first to step on my wounded knee.

Doorman you got an attitude Ya like immigration in a cheaper suit You'd like nothing more than to break my face No rhyme no reason no colour or race