Слова:
Passion Pit Make Light

to prove i'm alive and it's alright cause tonight theres a way i'll make light of my trecherous life make light

just to prove i'm alive and it's alright cause tonight theres a way i'll make light of my trecherous life make light

that makes niggaz mop shit You wanna pop shit, nigga, pop clips! Verse Two: Style Paniro Too many niggaz is shaky, life is shaky I act like this 'cause they make

tight Jenny sippin' on the Henny, I'm drivin' tonight My exhaust is about to ignite, we turn on Morland Ave. And then I see these blue lights (blue lights make

talker And make your girl bump-bump, get it, get it like Luke Sky Walker I can't front, I love rappin' with a passion Crash your head front into the

the murdered Shoveled lives like lumps of coal Your victims fed the furnace In the blackened pit that was your soul So soulless and dead eyed No light

A gangster in a hotub in the midst of drama The bullets hit the water, make it look just like a sauna Some holla for Madonna, man Some holla for they

with bright lightning Frightened with five little white vicadin pills bitin him I'm like a fuckin wasp in the hospital lost Stingin the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls I light

impeccable caliber that makes your vision blur I drop particle X when having Rhythm sex Voodoo arrangers with the kids Power Rangers Make me see other