letra de doing my own stunts - the blunt force trauma
stabbed to death for 55 cents & a reese’s peanut b-tter cup
never doing that again lost my sense of down & what’s up with you
tell me what’s new i don’t gotta lotta time
i’m going pale staring at the red, white, & blue
left with a head full of questions, a mouth lost for words, running for answers
i’d hate to keep you wrapped in my skin
holiday lies crying about your hollowed out eyes
how can you say i’m free if i can’t even pack my bags and leave?
you have a job why take a handout blowing bubbles? spit your gum out
wet socks flamingo flip flops, next stop you’re a fashion icon
i pray that this stupid guitar will carry me out of my parents garage
your tеars weigh more for burning rags than bodies whеn the bloods still warm
waiting up on death next thing you know fighting a war in a dress
but if you wanna find where all the evil hides just head east to where the president resides
letras aleatórias
- lil mook › letra de alabama lingo - lil mook
- atay jax › letra de somebody else - atay & jax
- shirley carvalhaes › letra de vendavais - shirley carvalhaes
- eli rickard › letra de run - eli rickard
- gustavo elis › letra de se supone - gustavo elis
- jazz one › letra de far away (prod. jazz one) - jazz one
- your hands write history › letra de golden keys and divine tongues - your hands write history
- great grief › letra de troubled canvas - great grief
- avgusst › letra de её как джоинт раскурю - avgusst
- tantrum › letra de runnin' - tantrum