Like a song I hope to sing I sing it for you Like the words I have to bring I bring it for you And in leather, lace, and chains We stake our claim Revolution
Like a song I have to sing I sing it for you! Like the words I have to bring I bring then to you And in leather, lace or chains We stake our claim Revolution
Traduction: Croyant. Like A Song.
Traduction: Croyants. Like A Song.
Once was a time you and I Made a promise till the day we die I trusted each and every word Never thinkin that I'd get burned Silly me I believed in your
I'm a Gunin tha Half of You. They care less Now, run it like tha Calf Muscle. They say I'm a aimn at tha Pedastool, but can you blame a nigga aimin at
what it's like to have myself so figured out. I wish I knew. I hope this song starts a craze. The kind of song that ignites the airwaves. The kind of song
They keep playing sad songs on the radio And I feel like I'm so alone On this 15-hour drive And all the while I tell myself to just believe Cause nobody
town will be the downfall of us all. I'm gonna need you to try to follow along I did the best that I could to try to write you songs NOW GO TELL THEM WE SOLD OUT LIKE
They keep playing sad songs on the radio And I feel like I'm so alone On this 15 hour drive And all the while I tell myself to just believe Cause nobody
like it use to be I think you just got a little use to me I wish it could be like it use to, use to, use to I wish it could be like it use to, use to
I'll be leaving in a second Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a
ll be all over magazine pages Yeah and they'll play my songs till they boring And if I ever do stop touring they treat me like a foreigner Don't believe
the mirror in my bathroom People look and try to see a disguise But there is nothing that nobody can't see in [? ] If it's a song with a rhyme or a verse with a
soul The pain I feel won't nobody know Cause this world is evil, and every time I wake up I wanna go home So what am I to do, but sing a song for you
be all over magazine pages yeah and theyll play my songs till they boring and if I ever do stop touring they treat me like a foreigner Dont believe me
