Goodbye, Skinny told you “You don't know me til I say I know you” Goodbye, beneath the bleachers $60 for your metal t-shirt Goodbye, goodbye
Hand on your throat You bet til you choke And it's hell til you fold
Goodbye, did it make it stop When you chained that pack of cigarettes and copped? Goodbye, he said “I can't ignore you I've been trying but I still adore you“ Goodbye, goodbye
Hand on your throat You bet til you choke And it's hell til you fold
You took an L round Union Square I never thought that I would find you there While I was waiting for the sound of god Or any other who could tell me I'm wrong I took a wallet chain to thе head You didn't notice but I'll nevеr forget How you stayed in trouble
Yeah I'll stick around you It doesn't matter if you're rubber or glue Cause I would wait for the son of god Or any other who could tell me I'm wrong I sold some shit to some shady bro's You took the money but you left me their clothes and Your pain and trouble Stayed in troubleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
