you know you got to slow it down
I am talking, cause I'm right.
you're getting in my hair
we are soon to start a fight
f**k you 4x
remember football in the streets,
remember fighting over me
the day you fell out of that tree, tree
all these times we had a ball
he's my brother, we're a band
but my patience is running out.
he's a really nice guy,
I'd like to punch him on his mouth
f**k you 4x
if you really need him
you can take it easy
if you really need him
we're driving through these drunken nights
angry looks filled with pride
silence is broken by a laugh, laugh
we knew this from the start
f**k you 4x
f**k you 4x
