Remember when this was a game. Where did I loose it. I'm so ashamed. We lost the touch somewhere on this ride. You're better than us. You're the old
Remember when this was a game Where did I lose it, I'm so ashamed We lost the touch somewhere on this ride You're better than us, you're the old school
Remember when this was a game. Where did I loose it. I'm so ashamed. We lost the touch somewhere on this ride. You're better than us. You're the old school
Traduzione: Raised Fist. Running Man.
: Remember when this was a game. Where did I loose it. I'm so ashamed. We lost the touch somewhere on this ride. You're better than us. You're the old
Heavy metal is our light Heavy metal Balls of ice Running through your mind Balls of ice You're gonna go insane Balls of ice Raise your your fist to
pins petition, man listen My mom might slip in your blood and die in the kitchen My hands itching to push the blade then my fist in Pop out your back
m awesome Sick kid, with quick fist you'll never catch him flossin' I'm like Blowwwwww, I stand out Plus I'm dropping issues that you mutherfuckers can't doubt Move and let this man
a kid together man y'all live together And man if she party too much, you don't raise a fist, you let her You better! C'mon she running with her homegirls
Tinchy the general me and my brother D A P's that's clinical oh i was raised a survivor now i'm getting *** as a fiver rider account now i living the fist
into pieces. Making up names, setting their aims to talk shit about all releases. I want to extend this to some of the people I usually bump into. The running man
a man in Brooklyn {just to watch him die} (F) Dropping Names (Take PCP) He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost He thrusts his fists
'm awesome Sick kid, with quick fist you'll never catch him flossin' I'm like Blowwwwww, I stand out Plus I'm dropping issues that you mutherfuckers can't doubt Move and let this man
m gone, you can still feel me On the real, B The shit is eternal, I rock the Heavens well Even if they won't let me in Heaven I raise hell, till its Heaven
us raise our fists the sense of secrets everywhere the loathsome one may smear again but we won't tell him, we want to forget these we go on running
sudden I heard footsteps of at least three men running sporting mack 10s Backflip under the porch and Pulled out my piano wire and wrapped it tight 'round my fists
sudden I heard footsteps of at least three men running sporting Mack 10s Backflip under the porch and Pulled out my piano wire and wrapped it tight 'Round my fists
