Panda Lyrics
by Montana of 300 on album Chicago Next Celebrity Rapper's
FGE shit Fire in the Church And all that May 20th This why they call me the fuckin' rap god, man Tony Mon-tana And bro nem got blown with the blamma I freed all the guys out the slamma I came with th
Do You Wanna Come Back to My Room and Listen to Some Belle and Sebastian? Lyrics
by This Town Needs Guns on album This Town Needs Guns
Another night with my friends that I'm starting to regret Another drink and I'm anyones, smoke fills the air. Walking back to the bar I catch a glimpse of a face that I recognise. It's not long before
Want to Come Back to My Room and Listen to Some Belle and Sebastian Lyrics
by This Town Needs Guns on album This Town Needs Guns
Another night with my friends that I'm starting to regret Another drink and I'm anyones, smoke fills the air. Walking back to the bar I catch a glimpse of a face that I recognise. It's not long before
I'll Forget About You Throwing That Rock Because That Dance Was Pretty Funny Lyrics
by This Town Needs Guns on album This Town Needs Guns
Moments like this; precious with no regrets. Like whispers on my neck. No tears and held breath. These endings have no more or less effect. No better waste of time compares to this. While morning si
Japanese Ultra-Violence In D-Minor (The Saddest Chord) Lyrics
by This Town Needs Guns on album This Town Needs Guns
Your words fell heavy from poison lips. Whose tips that I, once kissed. A long time ago, before lifes paths filled with obstacles. In silence, we two became one but not for long and all because it ma
If I Sit Still, Maybe I'll Get Out of Here Lyrics
by This Town Needs Guns on album This Town Needs Guns
If I Sit Still, Maybe I'll Get out of Here Lyrics
by This Town Needs Guns on album This Town Needs Guns
If I Sit Still Maybe I'll Get Out of Here Lyrics
by This Town Needs Guns on album This Town Needs Guns
And I'll Tell You for Why... Lyrics
by This Town Needs Guns on album This Town Needs Guns
So summer's here again and like children, we run around these streets at night to find both solace and confusion. Too late to try our conscience clear. Hold on to tight. Our hair crimson in, the stre