zondag 16 mei 2010

Deuces, we aint got no future in tomorrow





Fuck it lets hit the club, i rarely sip but pour me some
Cause when its all said and done,
I aint gon be the one that he can always run to
I hate liars, fuck love Im tired of tryin
My heart big but it beat quiet
I don’t never feel like we vibin

Fuck its over, what im trippin for?
I don’t wanna have to let you go..

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