Testi:
Knife Fight Get Me Out

Get me out, out of here Can't take it anymore I'm going to explode Get me out of this place Get me out of here Can't take it anymore I think I

edit Got to thank the Lord that He's helped me find my feet Oh praise the Lord he give me power to defeat If you give me stoneness they got to give me

8 years old, the world placed on your shoulders A child nobody noticed, just Atlas holding boulders Dad left me at birth, step-dad beats me near death I'll get

killers with the right. Do you hold the pistol or cut by the knife. So cry to me of cowards, and countries with the right, The right to take up a fight. Wiped out

It bun dem out dem getting bun We touch the street cause seh we sweet like we ah honey Dem a mussee beast we out see dem a surround we Yes deh bout di girls dem gather round me

own anyway, you could get bucked off any day We behind enemy lines, y'all still writin Henessy rhymes While I'm tryin to get a good price for a nine Feel

a new Buck knife to replace the one you lost Steal your daddy's Pontiac and plant it in a ditch Watch him walk to work all week till he could get it

not alright. every time i see you it tears me apart. each word you bleed like a knife in my heart. stop bothering me, i don't have the strength to fight

there's a knife sticking out of your back And you're wondering if you'll survive You'll make it through this and you'll see You're still around to write this letter to me