want to fill this new frame But its empty Tried to write a letter In ink Its been getting better I think I got a piece of paper But its empty Its empty
is beating our hearts We're empty Maybe we're trying, trying too hard Maybe we're torn apart Maybe the timing is beating our hearts We're empty We're empty We're empty
I want to fill this new frame but its empty tried to write a letter in ink its been getting better I think I got a piece of paper but its empty its empty
Übersetzung: The Click Five. Leere.
coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up Please tell me is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click
even though you straight passed through my left arm I never fold I reload, keep my clip full mode Empty out six slick, to bloody up your wardrobe Plus that click
wrapped up in plastic Give me a heater, you givin me a reason to shoot You givin me the key to your coupe Midwest, not the middle, Strick clutchin the five
m a Hot Boy,... ...and got boys that got toys to stop noise See, when me ride off in the Hummer, leave him set empty Now him catch three 'cause him want
Problems Im The Problem Solver, He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, Click Click
real breath, make it clear hoe! [Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez] Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck [
I'm taking over your bitch Coming over your shit Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You coming home to dishes and empty
whole city lookin' up and will support through To see a little league, a Babe Ruth baseball game Niggas was down there cuttin' up or throwin' thangs Chasin' five
you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?" Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts Backstage the girls were playin' five
animal taste for Real estate cards, plus keeping my safe full La Banga, Donnie Cash, I'm catching a case for Duct tape your face, then, empty your safe
[Verse 1] Uhhn! Like muthafuck all y'all Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all y'all Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches Click clack pow pow [Mike
That I'm a hot boy? And got boys that got toys to stop noise See, when me ride off in the Hummer, leave him set empty Now him catch three 'cause him
I'm coming down five thousand gotta get my check If you want me to be on your song or sing a damn hook It gotta be five grand bitch I'm coming down
