They Will Kill Us All (Without Mercy) testo
Bronx, The
Testo
What's left of California?
What's left of Los Angeles?
Sidewalks cry cause they're not as high
Shooting old dope, rich kid skies are a good disguise lining our veins with hope
what did you get for free and where you gonna sell it
hy should i give a shit? cover up your facelift
What's left of my broken heart? What's left of los angeles
We got a new design, excess redefined so you can dream it
We rewrote the standards, covered up the old scars so you believe it
Scrape black tar from a guilty lung, throw a needle in your arm
Cough up wrongs of the city stars they didn't mean no harm
What were you supposed to be and what did you turn into?
We don't even need you here but where you gonna run to?
Good drugs bad streets arms tied
My world capsized with style
We got a new design, excess redefined so you can dream it
We rewrote the standards, covered up the old scars so you believe it
I got a new plan, get me outta here
Pretend sincere, stumble on words
Desperation, the warmth of a gun
Last hundred years, remember twenty-four
We got a new design, excess redefined so you can dream it
We rewrote the standards, covered up the old scars so you believe it
What's left of Los Angeles?
Sidewalks cry cause they're not as high
Shooting old dope, rich kid skies are a good disguise lining our veins with hope
what did you get for free and where you gonna sell it
hy should i give a shit? cover up your facelift
What's left of my broken heart? What's left of los angeles
We got a new design, excess redefined so you can dream it
We rewrote the standards, covered up the old scars so you believe it
Scrape black tar from a guilty lung, throw a needle in your arm
Cough up wrongs of the city stars they didn't mean no harm
What were you supposed to be and what did you turn into?
We don't even need you here but where you gonna run to?
Good drugs bad streets arms tied
My world capsized with style
We got a new design, excess redefined so you can dream it
We rewrote the standards, covered up the old scars so you believe it
I got a new plan, get me outta here
Pretend sincere, stumble on words
Desperation, the warmth of a gun
Last hundred years, remember twenty-four
We got a new design, excess redefined so you can dream it
We rewrote the standards, covered up the old scars so you believe it