AutumnLeaves Songtext
von BONES

No Glock in the dashboard
No need to grab yours
Blade in my jeans, you can get it if you ask for it
Rewind, fast forward, pause
Let me ash, boy
Every time I see a bitch
She always wanna chat, boy


Young white renegade
Feelin′ like it's seventh grade
Backpack, razorblades
Ditch ′em in the trash-can
Fresh squeezed lemonade
Ash while I'm sipping
I look like Nick Lachey so my girl like Jessica Simpson
I ain't whippin′ or pimpin′
I'm at the house relaxin′
Don't know that your girl′s with me relapsin'

I hope the day that you die, there will be nobody there for you
(nobody there!)
I hope the day that you die, there will be nobody there for you
(nobody there for you!)
I hope the day that you die, there will be nobody there for you
(nobody there!)
I hope the day that you die, there will be nobody there for you
(nobody there for you!)