There's so much that i don't understand So i lay awake and analyze the night I have popped every pock, picked at every scab. The levels aren't hot enough
Übersetzung: Kind Of Like Spitting. In The Red.
This impulse, so lazy Fifteen days without a set change, Forward yes kid counter-clock cross clutches Three billion people One fucking name. Raise the
m no victim; broke is different from poor I'm still learning what my heart is for Overall it's overwhelming Feels like a punch every time I come home Hits like
again, The end becomes the trailer when it's gone. Then our lives won't be based on facts, Just what we heard So we fold each other over like falling
her everything but then I realized it was selfishly you know I do just almost anything to bring her eyes back to mine I hate so deeply the bridge burner fame but still I bark out like
this just can't stand anymore 3 A.M. at my door with no one to tell you that it's wrong drugged for some seasons sure we were pure like cancer's quick
woman's poison is another's perfect way it's really not up to me to say one woman's prison is another's wedding day, wedding day I'd like to sing it
ready Dave? mhmm I saw Adam leave the garden with an apple in his hand "now that you're out what are you gonna do?" "plant some crops and wait for rain
I just finished a book with its cover torn and its pages worn. The story starts on the day you were born in the city. Where movie houses stood Raised
the kick drum that life begins again, Smoke butts like spent bullets Street sweepers home to sleep again And when he put his arms around me his hoodie smelled like
Bird swings, sing blue, my Paris fling Out the screen door, off and old cassette My mind was tight and ran like a demon, When you showed up it was the
you've got? You gonna make a move or not? Make a move or not? We argue these questions over bottom-shelf whiskey. You love it You hate it I'd like to
to me Grab a button, set an angel free The notion peaks my curiosity She spent her life under the GRE Fought off a million evil industries I'd like to
I don't want to hold my breath as long as you can I don't want to starve to death just 'cause you can What happens to the mountains we were gonna climb
don't know which one I'ma pick (Oh, shit) They ride wit me in my bently come quick (Oh, shit) Now when you spit the kinda G I spit (Oh, shit) You can
on my enemy Be warned, defending me, like killing off a Kennedy I silly song M.C.'s get sent on base Type of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in ya face
