get out we'll see you there Summer swallowed us whole Waited for you to come around There's no shame like no sound from sources hits close to home Everything
Fordítás: Get Up Kids. Close to Home.
every word you wrote down, we read it over to know... would tehy believe is us now? ther's no shame like no sound from souces hits colse to home everything
in the past like you're drivin' a Delorean, hard times never heard of those, in the back, my feet kicked up, get my d-ck sucked, with the curtains closed
my G's rock on [King T] The forbidden Gangland lyric get your ride on - when you hear it Player Haters fear it Get you right up close near it Possessed
beamin' (We are lasers) They used to talk when I wasn't around You see me now? I'm beamin' (We're not losers) I get my energy from my inner G I be in
there on the slaps of haikus I spite you for not givin' it up fuck what that nigga say, nigga give it up why black people act like little kids? make
, it's like trying to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test 'em They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress '
look at yourself and then make the change You gotta get it right, while you got the time 'Cause when you close your heart (You can't close your, your mind) Then you close
'll say tricks are for kids, most chicks woulda slid But who ain't miss a visit through the six that you did I'll be damned if I do another six with some kids
calls hoping not to get caught Best friends, blood brothers, yo we one and the same Till one faithful after when everything changed One day playing punch out up
hit it spit it Get it crackin in this muthaf**ka right when we the illest Same muthaf**kas got the f**k up outta Cleveland Nigga we came up but we still
You brought and am I stressing it softly Get 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get
wesson you brought And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get
try. But you know you don't get high, on what you supply. And herion's next to kin ain't a bag of coke. But when her world met up with his they both
so the kid's leavin' And ended up in a big fight And told me not to come home until I got my shit right So now I'm livin' in my grandma's home My grandma
early every morning up and out bed a thousand things runnin through my head thinkin bout all the stuff i gotta get done 8 to 5 then back home take out
they hate you then they love you again get away from me loniless get away from me misery get away from me fake sh-t, I can't take the phoniness get away
