you. And this is what I'll do; I'll take it slow (I'll take it slow) just to let you know that we're not playing, you're not walking home. This time
your lips Cause it's all the rage with all the kids back home While we wrap our blood around our wrists Decorate the walls with our fists Live life like it's hit
Why couldn't you be one? But it's a guilty pleasure Deciding whether you were ever mine or not But it's just apparent That you weren't ever mine to start What will it
heart and my heart you know it plays like a metronome if the record skips a beat my heart will too It plays the soundtrack to my falling tears the soundtrack to this
we've known (all that we've known) The cities never sleep when we're gone The streets call out our name, the lights are hit the same for so long and it
this road before Pack your bags, dry your eyes It's a long walk from my house to 309 Cry all you like kid, It's no secret you faked it And it's no skin
're written on these pages, it's written on our faces. I know you don't want this, but know that I need this more than I did before. It's easy to see
this down to a science baby we don't make mistakes, we don't intend to make we've got this down to a science baby (don't be afraid) don't be afraid,
play this game so well So well in fact that they can tell But we're on to you (lets go) Cause your act is nothing new And we can see right through it
all this time on you On you It's all the same, we all make mistakes And if you didn't notice, I'm taking this for all its worth If it's a game, and these
This is not the end This is just the beginning And don't you know that everything we want Is within our reach at fingertips length We fought nonstop
You don't know how much I adore this damp rag soaked in chloroform It makes me so hard to ignore cause I could never keep your attention I'm not one to
Traduzione: Hit The Lights. Untitled (Hidden Track Album In This Is A Stick Up ... non ne facciano una Murder).
fucked up [chorus x2: tommy gun&big Its a setup its a jack its a lick these niggaz tryin to stick me fa my shyt its a setup. a setup betta notify
I guess So I'm approachin' this light shit, and heatin' it beautiful I'ma tokin' this wide stick, hittin' plentiful Huh, huh, huh, tryna make my dollar
en la noche some bendejo dies Simon, it's all a gang trip If you're in it and you know it say "you better not slip" Crazy cholos don't give a fuck Simon
tryin' to makin' me a memory I'm definately first, if you get away, remember me I been a hoe up in this shit before I came on Just a single with a mic
givin up news Gettin up on the stand, endin up on the news It's fucked up what that pressure'll do And you don't wanna fuck up when they questionin