Testi:
Stuck In The Sound Waste

Where's the neverending love? An endless crush I had on no other I'd be waiting from across the street In a car I made a plan for you and me Hello,

fellas We hellous, rebelious, and definately straight Sound like we come from a Heavenly place These are the breaks, better make no mistakes Cause little Lay ain't got no time to waste

one alone It?s all so endless now The echo is so loud Don?t run away Run away now You?re stuck right in-between All the lies they tend to speak Do you hear the sound

The suburbs are coming down Discontent and this punk rock sound The suburbs are coming down Tear it all to the fucking ground Stuck in our restrictive

I miss the secret sounds. A fluttering eyelash or a dance floor collision. Childhood left without a sound. Our eyes were stuck on angels as the plane

add a Heineken, and a Crunch to my lunch nigga My windows down My system pounds The bassline's strong enough to shake the ground The sound is adored the

feat. Styles) [Eve] They usually hate her when she comes around Huh, first lady mobbin nigga hit the ground Next break into that who we what a sound

Nope, I don't give a fuck who sees it Broad days sitting sideways, stuffed in a small cave For three fucking weeks 'til you reek like dog waste Ugh, really

But your words ran out of ink And your fingers lost the chords Now you lay around so bored And you hit the bar at 2:00 And you waste your time on girls