that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten I hate these songs I hate the words That the singer is singin' to me I hate this melody I hate this stupid
you don't wanna be so easily forgotten I hate these songs I hate the words That the singer is singing to me I hate this melody I hate this stupid fucking
night And it goes? I have lost it all and I have found again All of my reasons It's trickling to an end Let the saints with me be taken as self-definition
Übersetzung: Against Me!. Wiederum jene Hände klatschen in wütende geballten Fäusten.
Übersetzung: Against Me!. Clap, Clap.
different night And it goes? I have lost it all and I have found again All of my reasons It's trickling to an end Let the saints with me be taken as
must have read my mind cuz she looked in2 my eyes and she said "a good time" she kissed me on the stairs and she kissed me on the porch she kissed me
when I was gone? (I'm a ask you again! Did you forget about me?) It's not my thing trying to get baaaack, But this time let me tell you where I'm at! (
now now you hesitatin boy you makin me nervous The Feds know I clap heat felonies on my rap sheet Front on me try to run from me hollows be up your back
you want (ooh ohh) gettin' pill Y'all shoot cuz he shoot, we do this for real Clap me'z a motherfucker, make more mills Cash me a cheque, cop more wheels
ain't wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch em Here's what to do if you see him approach me, Pop that nigga, "I dont care if you know me. Half
how I roll In that new Rolls with the suicide doors 22 inch chrome, a nigga money low You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown You go against
love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me man I'd hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet
