So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them? Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction? Hand over my heart, gun
So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them? Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction? Hand over my heart,
Traduction: Fall Out Boy. Hand Of God.
time when stillness meant nothing to me. Once, silence meant lack of sound; Fall came once a year. I danced, redcheeked, each year's first snow, tongue out
giving MCs heart attacks, It's yo boy Mac, damn I'm great, and you guessed, no love like a man with aids, I feel you dancin gays with some hand grenades, drop bombs, remove your hands
't even got to try to shine God's the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at yo dame Straight out the good
feat. Plies) [talkin: Plies] A nigga I'm stressin badda den a bitch rite now cause a nigga almost got married to da liquor boy nigga so fucked up out
come and hit me with the recoup God dammnit I'm still in the dope spot Why the fuck you think I pull up in a dope car Gold shoes stepping out with a dope
and hit me with the recoup God dammnit I'm still in the dope spot Why the fuck you think I pull up in a dope car Gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch
Y'all know what happened to the thief when the king catch him stealin', got his hands in the cookie jar. Off with his hand! Fuck it, off with his head
way do I turn when there's so much stress surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady and I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy me and yo
want to say and start talkin it out Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out
got to lose Put em in the van then talk about his shoes Do the speed limit nigga watch out for the light Pussy ass niggas gotta watch out for the dikes
: "This is my left hand." Repeat after me: "Questa e' la mia mano sinistra." And now: "This is my right hand." Repeat after me: "Questa e' la mia mano
