Letras:
Matt Miller

: What?s the matter with me Nobody loves me I just happen to be unlucky in love It seems that every time I make a date I know from the start

cominciare li hai gia distrutti" e la gente ne esce matta quando accade davvero quando parti da zero e ci arrivi davvero ma succede solo un caso su mille

Mateo Hundred gran from me buy some Yayo Turn it into a mill I stretch to Yayo Stay in the shoot out Yay, lay low naw man my 44 blows Million brake head

gotta be in it To understand what its like But you always gotta People always gotta see your smile You always gotta put on that fake You know what i'm sayin No matter

quegli sguardi che han visto tutto gia. Esser mago vorrei per cancellare il grigio di questa realta con un pastello blu. Il cielo accenderei di mille

swishas at, smokin' presidential Got some bubba, I give me that Need it for my cataracts Four hoes, and I'm the pimp, in my Cadillac You can tell them Cali back Matter

gotta be in it To understand what its like But you always gotta People always gotta see your smile You always gotta put on that fake You know what i'm sayin No matter

s how it died. They say you never go home again, that's no lie. Its like a letter in the mail to a brother in jail, it's a matter of time until you can

: I'm a killer a chiller a bonafied thriller open you up like a bottle of miller drink but dont hate kiss and just taste sweeeet! got it burning like