Letra de High School Roaches

I ran out of time My hand gave you mine You said you’re to go I’d write you a song Before I was fine Now I’m in my line What can you do wrong? What can you do wrong? Feeling it with me, shorty? Feeling it with me, shorty? Gimme back my high school roaches! Gimme back my high school roaches! When I looked for more I answered the door Your enemy speaks wise This battle survives Before I was blind Now I’m in my line What can I do wrong? What can I do wrong? Feeling it with me, shorty? Feeling it with me, shorty? Gimme back my high school roaches! Gimme back my high school roaches!