Guttermouth - Steak Lyrics
When will my ship come in? man i really gotta knowCause i'm tired at living at the y with 50 other guysThat smell like frenchmenNecesidad un bistek salvar al diaMy life's been such a wreck, there's no aces, no aces in my deckI'm starting to believe that my ship is make believeLights out at tenNecesidad un bistek slavar al diaEveryday i try so hard i ain't never got a card for my b-dayIf i ever make it, i'll broil, saute, or bake it. give me steakNecesidad un bistek salvar al diaGozar su comida