ll open up my violin case, Point my heater at your face, I'll make you dance and have a fucking ball Just like Dillenger, And Bonnie & Clyde. Machine-gun etiquette
Young boy on the computer Young girl in her punk rock shoes Old man not a believer But what the hell is he gonna do School kids on their computers
I'm fine but half the time I'm sick I'm alive but deadly sick of it I'd stay and dream all day but you can see it's almost over I'm hurt but I'm having
Twelve days of straight out thinking, Twelve days of straight out hell. Looking out my window at the summer, Thinking of my future and my mum. My
On the outside you're caving in On the outside your right On the outside your right On the outside you're coloured in On the outside your right I
Hold on cause I'm ready to go Now dig your nails into my mind Nothing's gonna change the way I feel This is the part where you hear my voice And
Renaming The word love Because I've Had enough You're falling out of touch You've fallen out of touch You are Yeah you are falling out of touch
If I was falling through the air in a coffin filled with rocks You would be the last thing on my mind. Leaving with or without The endless doubtless
Traffic lights and traffic signs Hurt my eyes the stereo's down I jerk a tear out of my face Eyes are shut my foot's down It's midnight I'm on my
This armchair is old and lonely Reminds me of my boring self It feels like I'm the only Lonely human left on this earth If I could sit and watch
You break your promises There's no common sense In understanding you Your hardly ever there You live in a state of disrepair And I must admit I
Free falling My feet have been swept right from beneath me Knees crumble I lay face down on the street Hear voices And sounds that seem to echo
At midnight we make our move And moonlight will guide our steps The armed eyes have been removed The spotlights, we'll time the sweep Surveillance; we
At midnight we make our move, and moonlight will guide our steps. The armed eyes have been removed. The spotlights, we'll time the sweep. Surveillance
Okay, Coconut man, Moon Heads and Pea You ready Seems like everybody's got a price, I wonder how they sleep at night. When the sale comes first, And
[Verse 1] We may not understand this whole process and how things go I'm just an ordinary man tryna live free and god knows See a man with a blue tie
No Labels Anthem by Akon Lyrics