Joke me something awful just like kisses on the neck of "just friends" We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not
Too clean ... I can feel the ... You can go ..f*cking on the third day but they ain't like your face in a way ...too hard I'm a ..bad boy...my whole team
It ain't no comparison and I'm not being arrogant my jewelry got them staring but your jewelry games embarrasing still got got that nasal flow I think
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of best friends We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not just
Joke me something awful Just like kisses on the necks of best friends We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not just
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "just friends" We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not
Перевод: Fall Out Boy. У меня есть темный переулок и плохая идея, которая говорит вам следует Shut Your.
Перевод: One Tree Hill саундтрек. Fall Out Boy - У меня есть темный переулок и плохая идея ....
Перевод: One Tree Hill саундтрек. У меня есть темный переулок и плохая идея [Fall Out Boy].
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "best friends"* We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not
: Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "best friends"* We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits,
layed out in blood and ya brains out Have you on the concrete, shiverin' and shakin' I'm from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explode If you feel like you on fire, boy
in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods Hear to bust mine Nigga frat child let his brain fry Pretty boy
The light shines down the valley The wind blows up the alley Oh how I wish I was lyin' in the arms of Mary She took the pains of boyhood And turned them
it in my dreams I'm looking down every alley I'm making us desperate 'cause I'm staying up all night hoping Hitting my head against the wall What you got boy
no one be a Randy Oscar De LaHoya, box ya like a casket Or Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin' See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley My leather
