iTunes smarturl.it Signed copies of Reset bit.ly "Down" www.youtube.com facebook.com twitter.com Reset on iTunes smarturl.it Amazon smarturl.it Spotify smarturl.it -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sample Song "Hospital Beds" by The Cold War Kids Verse 1: spill a little paint on the backdrop nowadays the words feel like chalk on the blacktop cuz' when it rains they gone it's invisible ink no sharpie or indellible stink avoid the middleman by not using pens and paper verbal contracts only mask the fear and hatred operate the way that makes you feel the safest plagarized status quo, you just cut and paste it uh I say fuck the waitlist if you don't want me now yo u must be fuckin' wasted success is a flavor I have not yet tasted but its been a fuckin' ride and there is no debatin' no sidelines for us, my lungs will bust before I put myself on the bench or pack it up pull yourself out of bed and try standing up you got alot of work to do I hope you packed a lunch Chorus: still in bed even though its light cuz' i can't fight these dreams i'm in some picture that don't look right but its still nice to be seen i pick my head off the pillow i see my shoes on that floor i can't find any good reason but I'll still walk out that door Verse 2: never been the type to deal in any absolutes shades of gray so subtle and they absent truth relatively we're irrelevant but ask they youth and the cynacism's gone like ...
e-dubble - Night Table (Freestyle Friday #14)
Monday, January 14, 2013
e-dubble - Night Table (Freestyle Friday #14) Video Clips. Duration : 4.15 Mins.
iTunes smarturl.it Signed copies of Reset bit.ly "Down" www.youtube.com facebook.com twitter.com Reset on iTunes smarturl.it Amazon smarturl.it Spotify smarturl.it -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sample Song "Hospital Beds" by The Cold War Kids Verse 1: spill a little paint on the backdrop nowadays the words feel like chalk on the blacktop cuz' when it rains they gone it's invisible ink no sharpie or indellible stink avoid the middleman by not using pens and paper verbal contracts only mask the fear and hatred operate the way that makes you feel the safest plagarized status quo, you just cut and paste it uh I say fuck the waitlist if you don't want me now yo u must be fuckin' wasted success is a flavor I have not yet tasted but its been a fuckin' ride and there is no debatin' no sidelines for us, my lungs will bust before I put myself on the bench or pack it up pull yourself out of bed and try standing up you got alot of work to do I hope you packed a lunch Chorus: still in bed even though its light cuz' i can't fight these dreams i'm in some picture that don't look right but its still nice to be seen i pick my head off the pillow i see my shoes on that floor i can't find any good reason but I'll still walk out that door Verse 2: never been the type to deal in any absolutes shades of gray so subtle and they absent truth relatively we're irrelevant but ask they youth and the cynacism's gone like ...
iTunes smarturl.it Signed copies of Reset bit.ly "Down" www.youtube.com facebook.com twitter.com Reset on iTunes smarturl.it Amazon smarturl.it Spotify smarturl.it -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sample Song "Hospital Beds" by The Cold War Kids Verse 1: spill a little paint on the backdrop nowadays the words feel like chalk on the blacktop cuz' when it rains they gone it's invisible ink no sharpie or indellible stink avoid the middleman by not using pens and paper verbal contracts only mask the fear and hatred operate the way that makes you feel the safest plagarized status quo, you just cut and paste it uh I say fuck the waitlist if you don't want me now yo u must be fuckin' wasted success is a flavor I have not yet tasted but its been a fuckin' ride and there is no debatin' no sidelines for us, my lungs will bust before I put myself on the bench or pack it up pull yourself out of bed and try standing up you got alot of work to do I hope you packed a lunch Chorus: still in bed even though its light cuz' i can't fight these dreams i'm in some picture that don't look right but its still nice to be seen i pick my head off the pillow i see my shoes on that floor i can't find any good reason but I'll still walk out that door Verse 2: never been the type to deal in any absolutes shades of gray so subtle and they absent truth relatively we're irrelevant but ask they youth and the cynacism's gone like ...
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