shed the fold, we are the few! Oh, sweet lit clarity grant us the eyes for this bane. Towered beasts now meet our lines... But fast on the wind came a song
when there's so many liars That crawl through your veins Like millions of spiders That seek out their victims And ruin the wiser Watch out Gotcha Oh my god
: Find a cure find a cure for my life Oh my god oh you think I'm in control Oh my god oh you think it's all for fun Find a cure find a cure for her
Hips Make A Papi Stare, You Walkin Sweet And The Clothes You Wear, Hey Girl You jUst Make Them Stare Like {OH MY GOD} wHOAH!! [x2] OH MY GOD WHOAH LA
I can sit and listen Or I can make you scream Kiss it and make it better Just put your trust in me Oh my God, go a little slower Oh my God
(chorus) Oh my, oh my God out here mama they got us livin? suicide singin? oh my, oh my God out here mama they got us livin? genocide Slam bam I come
Oh, Johnny wishes he was famous Spends his time alone in the basement With Lennon and Cobain And a guitar and a stereo And while he wishes he could escape
, it's written here in song Goodbye Babylon Goodbye Babylon Goodbye Babylon, goodbye Now our boys, the fallen Our leaders are all appallin' And you can bet by God
in the trees Oh, hear our song And reign your innocence on me Oh, young cardinals Oh, young cardinals Oh, young cardinals Oh
was wondering how he gon leave that way ? looked at me like i was Crazy then i got up and Walked Away Man i gotta wife at Home , and to lose her OH im
Ooooh Ooh Ooh Spend the whole day on Facebook and Twitter All this laying around isn't making me any fitter Spent half an hour just sitting on the shitter (Oh my God
This song is for my mama This song is for you Hey MrPresident Tomorrow I'm paying my rent My fuel is runnin' low And I've got places to go Quit slowin
bein' your baby and tickin' and tockin' your clock See we done jumped the broom and now you know I'm good And I was dreamin' ?bout children Emily Ann Oh
out for God tonight I'm not putting out, for God would kill my legs shut It's a mistake lighting little white candles To make Him love you Oh, He's cold
got a photo session right on yo Grab masses, spin, I don't know There's a fucking bunch of people that want to see you Four hours till show time, oh
There are no words To paint a picture of you, girl Your eyes, those curves It's like you're from some other world You walk my way Oh God, it's so frustrating
yeah, he like go head Owens yeah Bet I'd put a n**** on his *** Squlou and Big Whop make show he don't last And young Wayne do song about the story With
to? more club moves? i call her, no answer her phone in the bag, she dancing its four now, the clubs over i call her, but oh hold up yall know what?