[Note: this is the acoustic version of 155 (a 10bpm slower), the lyrics are a little bit different.] Love This is getting harder And I can't seem to
[Originally by Blink 182] It's alright to tell me what you think about me I won't try to argue or hold it against you I know that you're leaving you
[Originally By Smashing Pumpkins] I am one as you are three Try to find messiah in your trinity Your city to burn Your city to burn Try to look for
[Originally by Berlin] I'm alone sitting with my empty glass My four walls follow me through my past I was on a Paris train I emerged in London rain
[Originally by Descendents] You were depressed, you were really messed up You know I understand But why did you not talk to me Why didn't you help me
[Originally by Black Flag] I'm about to have a nervous breakdown My head really hurts If I don't find a way out of here I'm gonna go berserk cause I
[Originally by Wir Sind Helden] My voice screaming through your mobile telephone My fist clenched tight against your status quo My teeth are brand
a whole Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
' broke (Bitch) I got a bunch UV killers that be on the fuckin' scope (Bitch) And plus my killers came wit 44s aimed at your throat (Bitch) You ain't
Yeah, again another group collaboration From the second I get dressed to get to steppin', I'm on one Fillin' up the 44 if po po want some I ain't runnin
used to sleep on a rug A momma never said, she loved or hugged us It's just us, me and my two sisters I'm too whooshes Plus new bushes with .22's up
you tryin to see me ima cock that thing, ima pop that thing, shots gon sting, really? The nigga by this other truck with me, and, for most of the other
deh above her Dis who? Bwoy dis mi crew Man circle dem ends Mek teflon nyam two One, two, three, four Portmore rise more 44 Dan any other man crew
musical lyrics Fragments of Olympian Gossip, that is my vision If A is a success in life Then A must equal X plus Y plus Z no doubt If work equals X and
Frank mulers my wrist and she's using your money These round trip flights, dinner at benny Hondas I call em more bitches than Isah Thomas, and she love it Them other hoes hate her, plus
We used to Sleep on a rug A momma never said she loved Or hugged us It's just us, me and my two sisters I'm too whooshes Plus new bushes With .22's up
boss won't promote her He's racist she say and assaultin in some way Gon' see him on his off day, gon' let him know You fucks wit moms no mo' when I drive the 44
