Letras:
Script Nothing

don't mean to brag, but I like to boast Fuck Off Yeah right in your mother fuckin' ass bitch With that Detroit city shit ain't shit swift we're on the same script Nothing

that only death is guaranteed If there was a hell, there must I ever be Eternal life in heaven is but a fallacy So if death is nothing, but a path to

me, kick me, burn me, crucify me, kill me. Fuck you, hate you, love you, hate myself. You are nothing to me. I am everything to you. You are nothing

spend some quality time with my brother. Lily: quality time with your brother?? Ok If your not gonna tell me I guess theres nothing I can do except go

Why can't you feel this? Can't you understand I feel this? This is nothing I can see my reflection in your cheek bone We've been playing out this script

Friends Who've been There All Along, Just Like, Our High School, High School Musical! (Ryan & Sharpay): Improvisation Without A Script, No Ones Written

feat. Thara) [Verse 1 - Jay Sean] Pieces of our past, lay broken on the floor Shattered just like glass, this love don't make through anymore Nothing

The fat donkey house down the block, belongs to me You criticize the way I walk, you wanna see my bankbook? I'm not a crook, I flipped the script and

the director, smells a rat. Pulls another rabbit from His hat. Sniffs the air and He says, ``Well, that's that - I'm going.'' The actors milling helplessly - the script