Текст песни Book It To Fresno

It was late at night, you'd had some drinks We left you there with time to think The same old love on that work And they called you some kind of jerk I'm not here to laugh at your mistakes I'm just here to offer a break They'll get you lost with a doubt When I'll take you with me back around Well, I'll hold you in a cold embrace The cripple lives of music face I'm not here to laugh at your mistakes I'm just here to offer a break Oh, you know I know I gotta think about it Oh, you know I know I gotta think about it Oh, you know I know I gotta think about it Oh, you know I know I gotta think about it