This is what called losing all My brain distorts the pleasure No facts behind my eyes This pain, I've come to treasure Being down has become my life
The 1800's, before the inception Of modern day ideals Fake grip of appeals Straight to the street run, no barroom virgin Double vision, cocaine To a
A bout of deep depression Can't seem to move it forward My lying eyes lie awake Not sure what I am after I never died before Can't live what happened
I feel the pressure, it lightens To judge this spirit of mine To be like the judgment To be the king that is left behind To hell with I miss you I said
Long day lay me low, lay me low Head burning drunk I don't need none That's right, man, I'm fine But what I've got to know Is have I wasted time? My
It took a lot to sell my soul The same thing happened yesterday I paid my price, then felt alive But no pulse is within my veins Never will I lie and
She's fucking around [incomprehensible] Are you the fuck you are outside batters sucker? All the fucker You woe to me, battered man Raise the monolith
Smoke up, do what you must do Wake up, inhale the earth grown fumes Higher than mountains, but oh so goddamn deep The morning star we reach, think for
In the mornin' it takes me quite a while to clear my head And as the day moves on I find it hard to smile at somethin' said So I took control priority
That was the last time I ever saw her Through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows I walked past and kept on walking And lit a smoke with my hands shaking
Keep a memory of our love dear Never ever let it stray Why betray the heart you've broken I'll find happiness some way. When I think about you
american band. Were an american band. Were coming to your town, well help you party it down. Were an american band. Were an american band. Were an american band
You've got me so I'm running round and round in circles You've got me so I can't see my own face You've got me so I feel like I've been like this forever
Say cheese Right now I need y'all to get your cameras out So y'all can get a good picture of what young money look like Or young hustlers or a young
Part One: One Night in Paris Bonjour monsieur Paris really welcomes you It's the best room in the house It's forty francs a night, alright. It's crazy
band We're an American band We're comin' to your town We'll help you party it down We're an American band We're an American band We're an American band
*Old Mac Donald had a band e i e i o and in this band he had a guitar e i e i o with a strum strum here and a strum strum there here a strum, there a
Que te quise mucho no podras negarlo y que mi carino no supiste amar que te di mi vida sin pedirte nada solo me enganabas me hiciste llorar. Solo sufrimiento