Lletres:
You Me At Six Knew It Was You

it's not called lazy, it's called an art you talk a lot about what you don't know you say you wanna stay but always go you've lit a spark, but you'll

it's not called lazy, it's called an art you talk a lot about what you don't know you say you wanna stay but always go you've lit a spark, but you'll

he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin He said Man you out early we thought you got ten Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash Knew I would

step to me if you think that you're ready to Got on your bullet proof? Well mine's goin' right through This ain't no game to me, it's hollow fame to me

way Take me, anywhere that you like Hold me, deep within. Do what you like Take me, anywhere. Warm the night

, I saw the old mans face Front page obituary, he was a millionaire He left his fortune to some guy he barely knew His kids were mad as hell, but me I

beef is everlastin' Complete with thick scars, brothers ****** each other Up in prison yards, drama, where does it start? You know the block was ill as a youngster Every night it was

never end At the time you least expect it I'ma see you again It's a small world You get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you Someway, somehow

on land or at sea And for you bitin' zealots, your raps are cacophonic Hypocrite, critic but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit It hurts don't it