Lletres:
Rush Different Strings

to our innocence, Did it go out of style? Along with our naivete, No longer a child. Different eyes see different things, Different hearts beat on different strings

Traducció: Rush. Diferents cadenes.

happened to our innocence, Did it go out of style? Along with our naivete, No longer a child. Different eyes see different things, Different hearts beat on different strings

upon it Yo baby (Whassup?) Don't rush it when I sit upon it Yo baby (Whassup?) Don't crush it when you sit upon it Yo baby (Whassup?) Don't rush it

said, they said, "New Jersey," you know, so, and New Jersey accent is really completely different, you know? Like, it depends so, if you come from Patterson, it's different

go out of style? Along with our naivete', No longer a child. Different eyes see different things, Different hearts beat on different strings

' place man. Fuckin' crack smoking all night. Cookin' it up, sellin' C4, weapons, blowguns, every mother-fuckin' thing - what a fuckin' rush. We were

Did it go out of style? Along with our naivete', No longer a child. Different eyes see different things, Different hearts beat on different strings. But

From hands that had practice While rapist take the darkness And make alleys they mattress Jonesin' junkies twitchin among hookers with coochies itchin Spreadin disease, spreadin they knees in different