Letras:
Frames The Fighting On The Stairs

I'm living out in the old house And fighting on the stairs And staring at the windows Breeze blowing through the years But if I don't get out of this

I'm living out in the old house And fighting on the stairs And staring at the windows Breeze blowing through the years But if I don't get out of this

I'm living out in the old house And fighting on the stairs And staring at the windows Breeze blowing through the years But if I don't get out of this

've wasted Spent fighting It'll burn in the fire of our regret All the time we've wasted Spent fighting It's blood and it's runnin' down the stairs Freeze the frame

m back, never was gone What I right, be tighter than pin stripes Born by mob boss, my flause in affect on the mic Keep it tight, with out a fight is raw

life Bred to scar society, I fight, on cold nights for a chance to see the sun A 9 to 5 soldier, blue collar scholar, on my cot by the window Watchin

in the dark they kill It's on, you know the style, word bond, you know we wild Perform on the song, I brought along some extra arms It be the work of

weve wasted, spent fighting will burn in the fire our regrets all the time all the time weve wasted spend fighting its blood and its running down the stairs freeze the frame