So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them? Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction? Hand over my heart,
Překlad: Fall Out Boy. Hand Of God.
So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them? Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction? Hand over my heart, gun
in the 'lac From Atlanta to Savannah can't a nigga stop that Not when god's got his hands on me only the strong survive And the weak, minded are falling
call her back Relax lil' cat, let the big dog attack Thought it was over for me homie, did you fall for that? You turn rigor red, no cardiac Get your hand out
another kid I wanna do it til my face falls off Til my tongue's so numb that the taste fall off I do blow And boy I do it viciously Lie to my face
where I met Mo Thugs, y'all. Oh, shit! Time to be a man. Gotta get out the house, 'cause I stand Mommy's man--he talks with his hand. Come, come creep
heat Y'all know what happened to the thief When the king catch him stealin' Got his hands in the cookie jar Off with his hand, fuck it, off with his
a brother's gonna have ta go Or either try to find a job so I can help out I'm in the ghetto, I gots ta get myself out And when I get out I gotta try
deal with Make it competition, go sit on the couch for him If he need work I'ma hand it out for him If he need a pistol I'ma hand it out for him (Take
it in yo' veins or shoot it up straight to yo' brain You could smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole Lo and behold boy you should've done
fallin, I'll play your monkey-ass like a organ I got crazy niggas in the city noid Got mad bitches, but it's not cause I'm a motherfuckin pretty-boy
You know I (Flow boy) Whassup? (Go boy) C'mon The flow boy is in the buildin' tonight You know I (Flow boy) C'mon (Go boy) Let's go (Flow boy is in
is the beginnin', nobody controls the way that it ends I got the weight of the world on my shoulders And one phone call can change it, make it fall '
