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
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
Traduction: Fall Out Boy. J'ai une ruelle sombre et une mauvaise idée qui dit que vous devez fermer votre.
Traduction: One Tree Hill Soundtrack. Fall Out Boy - J'ai une ruelle sombre et une mauvaise idée ....
Traduction: One Tree Hill Soundtrack. J'ai une ruelle sombre et une mauvaise idée [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,
really? Then they label me a sin, Cause a brother just speaks from within, I guess I'm darker than the shadow of the darkest alley, that they always scared
the 4 do' Looking so thoed you know me, see them agents can't hold me E and Slim on the track, we like Shaq and Kobe Alley-oop out the Coupe, and my troops
burned for years and died Don't you wanna grow over your child, so you can know who you are Instead of putting the world on pause, just to drive that fancy car Hey boy
Cube) [Intro:] Either they don't know, don't show, or don't care about what's going on in the hood. Uh Uh, yeah, uh yeah yeah this your boy chingaling
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
If not, when they shut me in Once again, is there no one else strapped Keep ya hands on ya gat Now ya boys watch ya back Cause in tha alleys of cali
