good thing the bad things do is pull us all together. A shoulder blade to cry onto, pull us all together. A friend is one who comes around when all
Traducció: Mare Malucs. Tire tots junts.
so many place s and so many faces that the only way that I could ever get you all together would be to die So you could ask what's the point of makin
your (motherfucking) hips together That's your clique? y'all cats think you look slick together? Y'all look gay, y'all probably piss and (shit) together
feel all alone in a faceless crowd Isn't it strange how we all get a little bit weird sometimes. Sitting on the side. Waiting for a sign. Hoping that
your (motherfucking) hips together That's your clique? Y'all cats think you look slick together? Y'all look gay, y'all probably piss and (shit) together
