: 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,
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
Tradução: Fall Out Boy. Tengo un callejón oscuro y una mala idea que dice que usted debe cerrar su.
Tradução: One Tree Hill soundtrack. Fall Out Boy - Tengo un callejón oscuro y una mala idea ....
Tradução: One Tree Hill soundtrack. Tengo un callejón oscuro y una mala idea [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
fingers in the door my favorite blue blouse stained on the back running from a berry war can you hear me scream in Cotton Alley scream in Cotton Alley in Cotton Alley
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
him put it back in place [Talking: 50 Cent] ha ha ha 50 Cent, yeah what u gon do boy? From New York to Atlanta to Dallas boy I'm all over the place
Nigga, Give Me Leeway Higher Than A Kite When I'm Rollin' Through The Alley Pass Me A Black And White But That's My Boy Cauze Me And His Skeez Is Tight
corner cried out "Nickels for your pity" Them downtown boys sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city I was the king of the alley I could