Mindless Self Indulgence - Frying Pan - Текст песни

I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I can't talk 
I'll never really know 
I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I won't stop 
You'll never really know 

Out of the frying pan and into the fire 
Nobody knows me 'cept me and my mother 
Out of the frying pan, into my Mercedes 
This is the dope shit for me and my lady 

I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I can't talk 
I'll never really know 
I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I won't stop 
You'll never really know 

Out of the frying pan and into the fire 
Nobody knows me 'cept me and my mother 
Out of the frying pan, into my Mercedes 
This is the dope shit for me and my lady 

Out of sight, out of sight 
Out of mind, out of mind 
Out of sight, out of sight 
Out of mind, out of mind 
Out of sight, out of sight 
Out of mind, out of mind 
Out of sight, out of sight 
Out of mind, out of mind 

I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I can't talk 
I'll never really know 
Bam-bam 

Out of the frying pan and into the fire 
Nobody knows me 'cept me and my mother 
Out of the frying pan, into my Mercedes 
This is the dope shit for me and my lady 
Lady, lady, ladies, ladies 
Lady, lady, ladies, ladies
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