Testi:
Story Of The Year Other

Cover up your face as the wind bites it, blowing frantically I stop and wonder, "What the hell am I doing here?" I see a group of people in the lobby

This heart is bleeding desperation And these dreams, they're still worth fighting for Cause in my eyes, this is the only thing that I fucking have And

These colored dreams that we have, Will put everything in the backseat drive past you, So goodnight, these dollar signs will be the death of all our

s keeping an eye on the other guy's greed these are 311 characters I dubbed everyone the story ain't over but my rhyme is done Dig it, it was the year

gun out Now many people tell me New York City is horrific It is kinda... scary, but let's be realistic This is the part that started this music When other

down You got a knife and ski mask You wear the crown Pay twenty million dollars A story that was sold Your still wearing the smug ?seapants? of that eight year

This is the story of The Ant and The Grasshopper (part II: What They didn't Tell you) You've heard the first part: the Grasshopper plays the fiddle

on the low, a Southern town nightmare Cause the next year it was me and Ef on the furlough We were the only Queens kids but there were other boroughs

yet abused by time its like I saw the whole world through my rhymes... its kinda crazy right *How tiiiiime fliiiies* Chrous - ***The Following is scratched*** [twenty-two years