to the ground But I'll pick myself back up And brush off the dust In this world of fleeting feelings and false hopes Another friend dead in my head
down to the ground But I'll pick myself back up And brush off the dust In this world of fleeting feelings and false hopes Another friend dead in my head
Cobble Stone I can go on, I can just flow grippin on a mobile phone, its tha Poterola Im a money folder, got that grey Seville, and that grey cup holder
eternal roots are deep, Foreva here to stay Monoxide Child I?m all alone again, no one to talk to Nobody wanna be the friend that I walk to I thought
