Letra de Fuck Regret
Shaggy the Airhead on the beat That's right Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yoYo, ninja, give them wicked clowns some eardrums Four minutes dude We got some shit to spit and if you dig it say "Fuck that shit too" I'm speakin' on regret and beatin' ourselves up over past mistakes Regrets are bastard snakes infectin' brains, let's blast 'em Clean the slates Fuck all that coulda, woulda shoulda, woulda bullshit You don't know shit, ho You gots it backwards Would've wound up jack worse in a black hearse No regrets on spittin' that, hoes regret skippin the track Regrets are poltergeists to the brain, Satanic attack (thunder) Fuck lookin' back, lets look ahead Came from wack to fresh instead My life was somethin' to dread Now it's better than hooker head Real time baby, (Yeah) No cassette (Mmm) You can't rewind or forward shit (Nope) Ain't no pause to this life of yours But you can always press eject Now you're posted at your mama place Roasted, in a china vase With you roasted, she don't mind the space A toast to your vagina face Once dead, you can forever look back and sweat what you wanna sweat But while I'm living my life alive I'm screamin' "Fuck Regret!" Fuck regret!Choices, we make them Chances, we take them Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin' I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling, "Fuck regret!" Choices, we make them Chances, we take them Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin' I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling, "Fuck regret!""Man, if I only coulda-" Fuck that shit! You didn't bitch, so what? (So what!) Make up a hand sign that means "scrub life" And throw that shit the fuck up I got two fat bitches, hippopotamuses, clearin' thirty dishes Who gives a fuck what I be doin' If I made different decisions I bump into good luck on daily Everywhere I go we meet again It's like the shit's stalkin' me Hawkin' me, like it need a friend It's almost scary, very, like we got the same itinerary I said, "What in the fuck? It's good luck! You again?" He told me, "Call me Larry" So take your crystal balls, superstitions, intuitions, and visions And fuck outta my face Unless you want a my-foot-in-your-ass collision I'm sorry, some of the roads I took in life were dead ends And if they fucked you up somehow kid That wasn't my intentions (Nope) If it was, you'd be dead, worms livin' in your bitch-ass butt cheek So if you wanna trip on that shit I'll kick yo ass to this beat I don't dwell if anything go wrong I'm just too strong, I move on Just finished this, spittin' this verse Now my shit already wrote for the next two songsChoices, we make them Chances, we take them Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin' I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling, "Fuck regret!" Choices, we make them Chances, we take them Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin' I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling, "Fuck regret!" (Fuck regret, fuck regret, fuck regret, fuck regret)Fuck regret!Choices, we make them Chances, we take them Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin' I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling, "Fuck regret!" Choices, we make them Chances, we take them Some are mistakes, some, we celebrate them We don't look back, 'cause so much we facin' I always stay proud of myself, I'm yelling, "Fuck regret!"