Leave the past behind
Just walk away
When it's over
And my heart breaks
And the cracks begin to show...
And the cracks begin to show... [2x]
Leave the past behind
Just walk away
When it's over
And my heart breaks
And the cracks begin to show
Kids with guns
Kids with guns
Taking over
But it won't be long
They're mesmerized
Skeletons
Kids with guns
Kids with guns
Easy does it, easy does it, they got something to say no to
Drinking out (is she real, is she)
Pacifier (is she real, is she)
Vitamin souls (is she real, is she)
The street desire (is she real, is she)
Doesn't make sense to (is she real, is she)
But it won't be long (is she real, is she)
Kids with guns
Kids with guns
Easy does it, easy does it, they got something to say no to
And they're turning us into monsters
Turning us into fire
Turning us into monsters
It's all desire
It's all desire
It's all desire
Drinking out
Pacifier
Sinking soul
There you are
Doesn't make side to
But it won't be long
Cause kids with guns
Kids with guns
Easy does it, easy does it, they got something to say no to
And they're turning us into monsters
Turning us into fire
Turning us into monsters
It's all desire
It's all desire
It's all desire
Is she, is she real, is she
Is she real, is she (it's real)
Is she, is she real, is she
Is she real, is she (it's real)
[etc]
Is she is she real
Leaves are falling fast
Sun-kissed skin is fading at last
The memories of you
A fragile seed in bloom
The room we shared our dreams
We'd carve our breath on to heated sheets
As winters frozen frames
Breath into our, childlike ways
This time we move back on
You live like you did, when too young to know
On bye he said [???]
Sweetest than a last goodbye
The room we shared our dreams
We'd carve our breath on heated sheets
The memories of you
A fragile seed... in bloom
This time we move back on
You live like you did, when too young to know
On bye he said [???]
Sweetest than a last goodbye
The room we shared our dreams
We'd carve our breath on to heated sheets
The memories of you
A fragile seed... in bloom
Im gettin tired of your shit
You dont never buy me nothin
See everytime you come around
You got to bring jim, james, paul & tyrone
See why cant we be by ourselves, sometimes
See Ive been having this on my mind
For a long time
I just want it to be
You and me
Like it used to be, baby
But ya dont know how to act
So matter of fact
(chorus)
I think ya better call tyrone
(call him)
And tell him come on, help you get your shit (come on, come on)
You need to call tyrone
(call him)
And tell him I said come on
Now everytime I ask you for a little cash
You say no and turn right around and ask me for some ass
Oh, well hold up
Listen partna
I aint no cheap thrill
Cause miss badu is always comin for real
And you know the deal nigga
Everytime we go somewhere
I gotta reach down in my purse
To pay your way and your homeboys way
And sometimes your cousins way
They dont never have to pay
Dont have no cars
Hang around in bars
Try to hang around with stars
Like badu
Im gon tell you the truth
Showing groove
Or get the boot
I think ya better(call him)
And tell him come on
Help you get your shit
You need to call tyron
(call him)
hold on
But ya cant use my phone
Pe 14 Mai vom avea in premiera pe unul dintre cei mai indragiti producatori de breakcore/ drum’n’bass with kinky lovely rhymes si un newcomer pe scena dubstep cu prajituri pentru zona intunecata.
Belladonnakillz
Cookie Monsta
The Filters Live!
DJ Grigo [Facem Records/ BOMB2TO]
Unlocka
14 MAI/ FABRICA CLUB
25 RON/ 22:00
