breaking me The constants aren't so constant anymore The constants aren't so constant anymore Will you be my valentine Will you be my valentine If I
Übersetzung: Get Up Kids. Valentine.
fully convinced that there's something wrong with this could anotehr point of view, baised and untrue, tear me away from you? will you be my valentine
might just do something a little less subtle, Shove a fucking tonka truck up a little kids butthole, Feel the wrath of a psychopath slash ambassador of the valentines
Kid Cudi:] Keep you hands up, get mine up Don't let them take your fire Keep you hands up, get mine up Don't let them take your fire Keep you hands up
launcher, YES Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def' Kids is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb
I get vexed, layin phat trax on Ampex Morphous God, gettin drunk, off a Triple X Violent time, I got more love than valentines The violent mind, I blast
I hope we fuckin die together] to get by, ahhhhh You're all, I need [Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together] to get
: Chorus: Mary J. Blige You're all, I need to get by, ahhhhh You're all, I need to get by, ahhhhh (Background sample: Notorious B.I.G.) [Lie together
red You should of seen the movie I made in the tombs (get 'em) We the last outlaws (yeah) Valentine, we livin', Nexus, we livin' (get 'em) Drivin' to
To make you get up and start to clap For Bob, a Bronx ( ? ) Syndicate style More bounce to the ounce and trizzy to the file '79 the time I was inclined To get
take the joy from us [Kid Cudi] Keep you hands up, get mine up don't let them take your fire Keep you hands up, get mine up don't let them take your
beamin' (We are lasers) They used to talk when I wasn't around You see me now? I'm beamin' (We're not losers) I get my energy from my inner G I be in
look around, I'm beaming They used to talk, when I wasn't around You see me now? I'm beaming [Verse 1] I get my energy, from my inner G I be in outer
of a meanie They call me the fruit loop from Jupiter, I'm tryna maneuver The hoover up in your poop shoot, don't move or ya Might get it stuck up so fuckin' far up
Just drink some Valentine Ale, little reefer Friday night, go check out Star Child at the theater That's all corrupt, over rap you might get bust Say the wrong thing, end up
for a second Matter a fact Lemme holla at yall [Verse 1] Make girls fall out Lose they mind Girl fighting over me like Brooke Valentine (Ha, ha) I Been known get
't set up a list And the mess that I made Put my shit to the test Try your best, I'm still winnin' Don't believe in Islam, or Christianity, what I get