Traducción: Forgotten Rebels. Smash It Open.
Traducción: O Open. Esqueceu-se da.
argue They enjoy driving me insane TOO MANY VOICES TALKING IN MY HEAD WHY THEY ALL JUST LET ME BE TOO MANY VOICES SCREAMING IN MY HEAD I'LL SMASH IT OPEN
There's nothing left to make you feel right Your hopes and dreams have faded out of sight How does it feel to be forgotten How does it feel to be forgotten
cause later my bachelor pad i hate to see her go but i love to watch her leave but i bet she coming back like she forgot her keys and now we murderers
oooohhhh ooohhhh I used to go out of my mind tryna re define the real meaning of love I lost my dignity forgot about me I was so lost in us I had to
I'm so sick of sucking the dick of this cruel cruel city I've forgotten what it takes to please a woman But that's all gonna change (2x) Now the freaks
I didn't even hear the gunshots till after the slugs hit me I grabbed for my chest and my neck Hopin' when my head hit the ground my skull busted open
chest with a mason Same blocks, ATF rush spots cats bubble humbly I'm hungry, Killa Bee Trilogy triumphantly Hammer head, dart allignment, work is sonic Keep your ears open
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is, all that I've been thinkin' of Kissin' you is, ooh, ooh Look, uhh, yo, check it, uhh I'm in a Lex' bubbly talkin' to my text buddy Said I forgot
i can hardly breathe i left myself wide open i let you get to me again & again so you just threw it all away was it something i said or something i forgot
up these chains of darkness and set me free Lookin' through the open window I can see where I went wrong I quit searching for the rainbow I forgot where
I can release these feelings that I've been Holding deep inside I been missing you so much, baby We only hear, there can be time By then you will have forgotten
thought about your death I ran to the lake, up into the hills I ran and I ran, I'm looking there still And I saw the crumbling tombstones All forgotten
for me. I was more like a land-locked sailor, searching for the emerald sea. Just searching for the emerald sea, boys, searching for the sea. Oh my God. First love opens
, open, cut-throatin', provokin' Record promotin', tokens chokin' on they words like smoke And 'cause we soft spoken, doesn't mean that we've forgotten
