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, razor blades
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)