Songtexte:
The Kills Getting Down

it in tons Getting down Getting down with your new vocation Getting down with your cute cut wrists I'm getting down with the kisses And grow stitches on it I'm getting down

getting down i'm getting down with your new vocation i'm getting down with your cute cut wrist i'm getting down with the kisses and cross-stitches on it i'm getting

getting down i'm getting down with your new vocation i'm getting down with your cute cut wrist i'm getting down with the kisses and cross-stitches on it i'm getting

getting down i'm getting down with your new vocation i'm getting down with your cute cut wrist i'm getting down with the kisses and cross-stitches on it i'm getting down

weight Nigga passed with they head down couldn't look in his face This nigga used to act a fool with a 4 4 Now he in the pen getting' shot in his

any better, I suppose Ain?t nobody looking really But the winter?s getting cold and I need Love that breaks me down So I can sit up straight and look ahead Hearts that kill

killed me. [Rick Ross:] Why ya hatin on me cause I'm elevatin homie Every day I find another way to put that paper on me When the top down ride like

hope they don't test us So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh) Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place I'm sensing niggas is defenceless I'm hitting fence's then getting

on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes [2Pac] Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown My unknown tendencies to mash my car Getting