Lyrics:
is not heavy metal
punk is not...
I was walking
down the streets
from my front door
your blood can tell you
you are already dead
white flag in my hand
disappear, -pear
I pin your ass up on that wall, that wall
After you rip my shirt off, off
Run my hands up to your hair, your hair
As I fuck you in
a terminal disease
Your hope is failing me
Pulling under my hands are digging deeper
Ripping out my soul
Ripping out my god damn soul
Ripping out my soul
Führer
Du hast dein Leben selbst in der Hand
Schwimm nur weiter gegen den Strom
Und immer an des Lebens Rand
Jahr für Jahr habt ihr uns
and live (put your hands from side to side)
Get up and live (put your hands from side to side)
Get up and live (put your hands from side to side)
Get up
hand
Times like this think of true romance
But she not ready for that
She lets me down
Then gets me high
Oh I don't know why
She just my type
free your curiosity
You're gonna give me what I need (I need)
I've got blood on my hands
No guilt on my conscience
The war in your path, the sex in
sellin' Adderall for five bands
Hey now, don't reach in my pants
I'ma beat the block like I had five hands
She want to get turned up, take five xans
I-I
Den Zauber spüren
Vamonos, arriba
Arriba, komm' tanz'
So wird es nie wieder
Die Nacht ist noch lang
Gib mir deine Hand
Schau
Der Mondschein, so
all just in my head?
I feel your hands around my neck
'Cause you took what you thought was yours
Now I'll take mine
Don't pretend you're innocent
to live one day without using the gram
You realise the mark of the beast was in your hand (yeah)
Two hands holding your phone it's like you praying to it
take your hand
And baby love me more than your ex-friend
Let the music can do my think
Và anh không phải là superman
Nhưng cứ thử suy nghĩ em nghĩ mà xem
hand was an obituary (Who?)
I wasn't never scared (Ooh), I wasn't never worried (Ooh)
I was shootin' that bitch every time I touched it like Stephen
the bitch named Sandy
Taste like candy,hands like Randy
I'm original
That's why these bitches can't stand me (whoa)
All these rap niggas be like, "Damn!
you said your name
Well the hugs turned to kisses, girlfriend to Mrs., I started to know that day
How my life was about to change
Take my hand babe
cakes (Lean)
New world, no brakes
I be switching on money and hand out two of the bricks
So late, hoes fake, work late, generate
Cherry-colored
ist am Start
Das minderjährige Raptalent aus dem Hinterland
Macht Schlagzeilen mit dem Mic in der Hand
Was Whatsapp der Shit interessiert mich nicht
better?
Your hollow voice won't speak for me
Every day we're growing colder
Our divide is growing further and further
The hands of time are moving
change things there's nothing left for me
I'm gonna take my courage and hold it in both hands
I'm gonna to walk away not leave a broken man
Suddenly I
Yeah
Fuck that, whoa, uh
Fuck that bitch, I changed the plan
Switch my style like I switch hands
Block the witness, take the stand
Fuck out
Told him relax, we don't beef on wax, I'll see you outside
You showed your hand, you need to quit playin', we all know you lied (Von)
Now be for
Two crazy eyes and a boot to the box
Two bleeding hands and a chat with the boss
Two different targets, two different chins
I'm sorry, Peter,
There's no black or white
There's no every time answer
There's no cut and dry
Wrong or right card to hand her
But watch any movie
It's all the same
love you
When at first you shined my baby
Your light, it blinded me from you
But now I've held your hand now baby
And I know it must be true
That your
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