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von 40 Below Summer
Minus One Songtext
So come on turn me loose
And keep it tight - Tight like that noose
What′s wrong with this picture?
Shit flies when I pull the trigger
Too bad repercussion
Shit stomp to a face that I'm crushing
Back off and let it be
Or I′ll take you below 40 degrees
(Die) Yes, you're gonna
(Die) Yes, you're gonna
(Die)
I′ll make you hear this
(Die) Yes, you′re gonna
(Die) Yes, you're gonna
(Die)
I′ll make you feel this
(Die) Yes, you're gonna
(Die) Yes, you′re gonna
(Die)
I'll make you hear this
(Die) Yes, you′re gonna
(Die) Yes, you're gonna
(Die)
Stuff this (Stuf this) down your throat
Tight rope - Let's see if this shit floats
I rip you up like a chainsaw
Rearrange to forget what you came for
Don′t talk, just listen
Don′t change your position
Fuck you if you don't like this
If you don′t like this, bitch you can bite this
(Die) Yes, you're gonna
(Die) Yes, you′re gonna
(Die)
I'll make you hear this
(Die) Yes, you′re gonna
(Die) Yes, you're gonna
(Die)
I'll make you feel this
(Die) Yes, you′re gonna
(Die) Yes, you′re gonna
(Die)
I'll make you hear this
(Die) Yes, you′re gonna
(Die) Yes, you're gonna
(Die)
Die
Die
I can not contain this
I can not explain this
I am so deranged
It′s on
But do you really wanna dance? (Do you want to?)
(Do you want to?)
But do you really wanna dance? (Do you want to?)
(Do you want to?)
But do you really wanna dance?
Don't walk away just as I′m about to
(Dance)
Don't walk away just as I'm about to
(Dance)
Don′t walk away just as I′m about to
(Dance)
Don't walk away
Fucker
And keep it tight - Tight like that noose
What′s wrong with this picture?
Shit flies when I pull the trigger
Too bad repercussion
Shit stomp to a face that I'm crushing
Back off and let it be
Or I′ll take you below 40 degrees
(Die) Yes, you're gonna
(Die) Yes, you're gonna
(Die)
I′ll make you hear this
(Die) Yes, you′re gonna
(Die) Yes, you're gonna
(Die)
I′ll make you feel this
(Die) Yes, you're gonna
(Die) Yes, you′re gonna
(Die)
I'll make you hear this
(Die) Yes, you′re gonna
(Die) Yes, you're gonna
(Die)
Stuff this (Stuf this) down your throat
Tight rope - Let's see if this shit floats
I rip you up like a chainsaw
Rearrange to forget what you came for
Don′t talk, just listen
Don′t change your position
Fuck you if you don't like this
If you don′t like this, bitch you can bite this
(Die) Yes, you're gonna
(Die) Yes, you′re gonna
(Die)
I'll make you hear this
(Die) Yes, you′re gonna
(Die) Yes, you're gonna
(Die)
I'll make you feel this
(Die) Yes, you′re gonna
(Die) Yes, you′re gonna
(Die)
I'll make you hear this
(Die) Yes, you′re gonna
(Die) Yes, you're gonna
(Die)
Die
Die
I can not contain this
I can not explain this
I am so deranged
It′s on
But do you really wanna dance? (Do you want to?)
(Do you want to?)
But do you really wanna dance? (Do you want to?)
(Do you want to?)
But do you really wanna dance?
Don't walk away just as I′m about to
(Dance)
Don't walk away just as I'm about to
(Dance)
Don′t walk away just as I′m about to
(Dance)
Don't walk away
Fucker
Writer(s): Jordan Plingos, Hector Grazani, Carlos Aguilar, Max Illidge, Joseph D'amico Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com