"A.D.I.D.A.S (Radio Mix)" lyrics

"A.D.I.D.A.S (Radio Mix)"

Only see, somehow it always seems that I'm dreaming of something I can never be
It doesn't matter to me, 'cause I will always be that pimp that I see in all my fantasies

I don't know your (What) name
So what? Let's—

Screaming to be the only way that I can truly be free from my screwed-up reality
So I dream and stroke it harder, 'cause it's so fun to see my face staring back at me

I don't know your (What) name
So what? Let's—

All day, I dream about sex
All day, I dream about humpin'

All day, I dream about humpin'
All day, I dream about sex, yes
All day, I dream about sex, and
All day, I dream about sex, yes
All day, I dream about sex, and
All day, I dream about sex, yes
All day, I dream about sex, and
All day, I dream about sex, yes
All day, I dream about sex

All day, I dream about sex
All day, I dream about humpin'
All day, I dream about sex
All day, I dream about humpin'


Thanks to CrimsonDiablos69, LPfan4life2003, leigh_b_lou_1986, spawn726 for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Brian Welch, Jonathan Davis, Reginald Arvizu, James Shaffer, David Silveria
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