Letras:
The Old Dead Tree Don T Wake Me Up

I go too far. I hate to feel rejected! I am disguised as a crow, I fly so low I rest behind my make up. Don't wake me up

Cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your

don't have to let me, have to let me Back from the dead like I'm Mackavelli, Mackavelli [Chorus] [Wiz Khalifa:] Black and yellow, all black and yellow See me

don't have to let me, have to let me back from the dead like I'm Mackavelli, Mackavelli [Chorus] [Wiz Khalifa] Black and yellow, all black and yellow see me

and the grass The squaw is with the Corporal She is tied against the tree She doesn't mind the language It's the beating she don't need She let's loose

-O 'cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be

the spot for the starving of me! Till up grow a fine young cherry tree Well when the bough breaks, what'll you make for me? A little willow cabin to

And spill blood Is that the way you prove to your friend that you're a man? Don't think that's pathetic? Really? What did you just say? Don't apologise, you're dead

, moon is lying still Shadows of the trees Witnessing the wild breeze C'mon baby run with me Let's run Run with me Run with me Run with me Let's run