Reach out For I cannot recall Blurred nights hands like ice Spinning bathroom walls And every soulless face Seems to me a drowning fate Cut slow they
Reach out For I cannot recall Blurred nights, hands like ice Spinning bathroom walls And every soulless face Seems to me a drowning fate Cut slow they
park but there weren't any shops So I went back home And I parked the car THere were still no shops So I went back in the car Shopping and parking Shopping and parking
You've been with me A year to the day Three-hundred and sixty-five days Watching me decay We used to talk about girls who play guitars We used to talk
f/ Low-G, Pimpstress First Verse: [ Low- G] Course (SPM f/ Low-G) Thug Girl Thuuuuuuuuuug Girl , (Thug Girl) Thug Girl Thug Girl Thuuuuuuuuuug
From the second I saw you Wanted it all Something I couldn't reach I've just a hope Always going for those crazy dreams They're always tearing me apart
[SPM:] Man I don't like the way I did that, Filero. Look, rewind it & uh... rewind the music, let me try to do it one more time. [Drums sound:] [Phone
Pre intro: g d em7 c G d em7 c G d em7 c As the twilight was returning and the sun began to fall G d em7 c I walked down to
Pre intro bass run of d c# b a a b then E b a b / e b a b The fill ( g#m f#m a b e) can just be played over the b But these would probably be the
Oh maybe, I'm a poor girl That doesn't bother me at all Maybe, I'm a poor girl But it doesn't bother me at all When this world comes crashing down I
Innocence is topped not lost just overung And there's times I would forget but I Knew I didn't want to lose you little 9 year olds Where bareskin boys
I hate you guys No matter what you do You suck cock all day And you don't even puke And you, you stupid Jew I don't know why I hang out with you And
(I'm Hot) Open the door, feel the breeze And park that ass like Aj's and Free's But this section's E's behind the rope If your not with me freeze back
Cindi, loves to rock Fendi When she leaves the mall the stores' all empty East coast, New York, my up town chic I see her when I cruize the park and
acres to my name son we ain't been there Meanwhile up in the D where they holla it up though Thugs blow weed in the park where the club close In Milwaukee
a cask', bo! You little blood-clot boy, you must not know The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap And freak with a chic unique technique
