Come alive! (verse 1) I've been thinking about the way we used to be, before growing up had meant so much that you walked out on me. I've been trying
I can't take another minute of being here I'm stuck in a game I can't win And I can't take the fear of living like this When all I want is To be off
Here you stand at life's front door Unlike the ones you've known You've never seen this place before You say that you're ready But do you really even
There's something about the way the light catches your eyes And I don't think I've ever felt so alive But you don't know me But if you did, I swear I'
There's something about the way the light catches your eyes And I don't think I've ever felt so alive But you don't know me But if you did, I swear I
wanna search my pockets, and act all wild Say I hurt your heart - ask how could I smile? Wanna call back all my numbers - star 6-9 me Check my car for
runnin? round in circles or you?re runnin? out of time Everybody somewhere either 12, 3, 6 or 9 The times they are a-changin? We?re here to turn the page
aies pas la haine Quand tu nous vois passer en Benz, Benz, Benz Tu as l'air en chien, tu fais de la peine En tous cas mon 9.2 izi lui baise, baise,
vas-y vite, prend ton biff Baise ailleurs car ici c'est trop guez-mer Mala: Touche pas a mon 9.2 pleazi Ici c'est 9.2 izi Pour les reufs de teci, Maza
negro j't'ai mis dans le coma, la musique a fond, la routine cro-ma du cro-mi, crois-moi, crois-y kho, c'est l'six pour le 9.3 sazamizi, pazalaza
ain't worth that much to my mind Lovin' you (was) so easy It's hard to say goodbye But if it's the way it goes it goes (Chorus) Just a page in my history
garbage, And make sure I turn it off quick You make me so sick, it's pointless to even diss. But I do it for the lute and mp3 page his, I try to teach
was the thing to do in my fisherman hat with the kangaroo everybody rap, though they hood was compton and the wolves yelled (oww) with 6 x 9's rockin
ya head off Like guillotenes I eat dog Like the phillipeans through leg work I creep dog Like a millipede, it's military 9 millimeter's pop off 9 millimeters
It's the home of the brave, the zone of the slave We all want it, but gettin' it's, a whole 'nother page The young guns wantin' respect, flossin' the
