So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them? Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction? Hand over my heart, gun
So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them? Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction? Hand over my heart,
Übersetzung: Fall Out Boy. Hand Of God.
Tru to life game spittin' since 96 boy (alright) Now I'm out cha with my homies and I'm actin' a hog (actin') Tru to what I seek tryin' ta live my songs fall
't even got to try to shine God's the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at yo dame Straight out the good
echoes of my childhood and where the path is winding. May God bless you, keep you safe from all harm. Oh, may I stand by you always. Time and motion. Hands
Y'all know what happened to the thief when the king catch him stealin', got his hands in the cookie jar. Off with his hand! Fuck it, off with his head
do I turn when there's so much stress surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady and I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy me and yo'
little boy is in the backseat Outlined by the headlights from behind. I ask the Lord to freeze us here in time As my son reaches out his hand to mine.
got to lose Put em in the van then talk about his shoes Do the speed limit nigga watch out for the light Pussy ass niggas gotta watch out for the dikes
: (feat. Cappadonna, Raekwon, Sun God, Trife Da God) [Intro: Ghostface Killah (movie sample)] Just keep away (just keep away Go on, it's not your fight
hands Let me tell you this Grandma's hands Used to hand me piece of candy Grandma's hands Picked me up each time I fell Grandma's hands Boy, they
been many places And hung on the corner 'til dawn But my hands have been tied To a life I've been denied I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy
. And watch them all fall. Go fall, Look out! [Bridge] Nobody wanted to dance when I had a lot of time on my hands. Now I got a lot of hands on my time
