Слова песни Used To Know Remix (Feat. Gotye, Money J, Frost) Akon

I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Go on take 'er, I don't need 'er
Kickin' back in my 2 seater
I'm through with ya, I don't remember
Nothin' 'bout ya, amnesia
I moved on, adios
Pop your bottles, make a toast
Whole pockets, filled up
Nothin' but dead folks
You thought that I was gonna save you
Tried to play but I played you
Louie V, D&G
Look at your wheat which I made you
I'm cold hearted, no feelings
My McLaren got no ceiling
Fast life, can am
On 85, three wheelin'
Panamera, new Ferrari
Paint job, caucasian
Two hoes, half asian
Two mo', Venezuelan
Through with ya, now kick rocks
S1's in my tick tock
10 bricks for this wrist watch
It's over babe, straight drop
What the fuck?
Heyo Whoo Kid, run that shit back
God damn
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Go on take 'er, I don't need 'er
Kickin' back in my 2 seater
I'm through with ya, I don't remember
Nothin' 'bout you, amnesia
I moved on, adios
Pop your bottles, make a toast
Whole pockets, filled up
Nothin' but dead folks
You thought that I was gonna save you
Tried to play but I played you
Louie V, D&G
Look at your wheat which I made you
I'm cold hearted, no feelings
My McLaren got no ceiling
Fast life, can am
On 85, three wheelin'
Panamera, new Ferrari
Paint job, caucasian
Two hoes, half asian
Two mo', Venezuelan
Through with ya, now kick rocks
S1's in my tick tock
10 bricks for this wrist watch
It's over babe, straight drop
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Money money money man
I got DC's, crockodiles
On both feet, Kai Peters
Livin' life, screwed up
Jump lane for 100 meters
You spreadin' rumors, tellin' lies
But that's bullshit, I'm too fly
My heart cold, I don't feel
Nothin' in it, it paralyzed
You can have her, I cut 'er off
She ain't know how to treat a boss
I move pounds like Boston George
Get high before I was record
Mark Jacobs on my face
Gator heads on my waist
Makin' more, B-O-T
I pop the trunk but there's lil space
Goin' in on everything
Head first, divin' for it
You playin' games, changin' numbers
And I ain't got time for it
Drop the top, I need head room
Flat screens in my bathroom
I got red hoe' with long weave
With Money Man on they tattoos
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Ai-ain't in love with him, blood sucka
Bleed his Pockets, then burn rubba
You can look, never let him touch it
Think about it all day – Mothafucka
Run over niggas, road kill
Need room to breathe like fish gills
Give them to you? What's the use
Give them away, goodwill
High heels, TG's
Got that ass movin' in 3D
The riding cure everything's so Breezy
Gotta fight him for me like Rhi Rhi
Black Frost, heart cold
Third eye, heart froze
Oblivious, tagged toes
Beauty and the beast, don