Fordítás: Finger Eleven. Torta.
I know you won't forget the days. I know you'll never let them live down the days, When they, they make you feel their pain. And you will never, never
like he stopping for gas I'm a pluck him, yay This had to be his most unlucky, lucky day 2 brothers come out of 7 Eleven in army wear and stand there
't be dealing with riches Seven digits in my bank account, holding my pivot Twenty-four 'bout to take rap over the limits Rollin' up in the whips with our windows tinted Get locked, finger
