brown house in Suburban Street, With a skateboard and my shit guitar, I'd dream all day that they would get me far, My dad would ask me about my grades
peak yes, I won't leave yet Serial style, cereal all I need's chex I can make these rappers run like a hard drill Rock band show you how the guitar feel
Fresh: Du bist nicht der Spitter Hero, vielleicht der Guitar Hero Bin der GD Click Pacino, im Casino, nimm' das Kilo Manche Leute sagen Eka geh', aufeinmal horst du Stop grade
can tell by your glare. I wouldn't touch you on a dare. Seven months to June and even then, so what? My mouth is open, my book is shut. My air guitar
even know you I don't even know you anymore I don't even know you I don't even know you It's all you deserve The loss of the nerve The grade of the curve
the wrong side of right And just like Butch and Sundance we'll ride until the dawn Sipping whiskey, singing cowboy songs On the Right Side of Wrong We'll make the grade
And getting up not giving up at all I remember you and me in fifth grade Rocking out to Bon Jovi In front of my mom and dad, my sisters too, wooden guitar
't care I don't go for the hey baby what's your name And I'd alone thank you Just the same I am up again against The skin of my guitar In the window
math teacher my dad plays guitar My dog's a Bichon, so I can't act hard Only child in the bunch, I been told I'll go mad far Fifth grade I said, "Mom
at recess I'm at my peak yes, I won't leave yet Serial style, cereal aisle need checked I can make these rappers run like a hard drill Rock band show you how the guitar
at my peak yes, I won't leave yet Serial style, cereal aisle need checked I can make these rappers run like a hard drill Rock band show you how the guitar
the best ever death metal band out of denton were a couple of guys, who'd been friends since grade school. one was named cyrus, and the other was jeff
weil mein Vater zu arm war Kam ich nie raus Eine alte Gitarre War mein einziger Freund Man nannte mich damals schon Guitar Boy Guitar Boy Und ich war grade
might think that you have WAITED long enough til the rhyme was STATED But if it were a test it would be GRADED with a grade that's not DEBATED Nothing
where's your dirty mind when you need it, you left tha tin your 8th grade suit, maybe some girls would think it cute if you put it on show 'em what you
the best ever death metal band out of denton were a couple of guys who'd been friends since grade school one was named sirus the other was jeff
Whiplashin Mercedes crashin Egg Mc Muffins Stove Top Stuffin My chef, any food It ain't nuffin On the block puffin stuff Like H & R My homeboy Fancy plays guitar