Born Thieves Letra

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Letra de Born Thieves
There is a girl who live next door
She doesn't love me
Open your wars and drug laws
It's bleach for the food that we eat
She said, "We're born thief and savages."
Pretty for these animals
Thief and savages
Exercise a little management

She wears that armour in heaven
Sweet girl, just let me in
Rest on her head 'pon me chest tonight
Close your eyes, just dream

'Cause its cold on a New York night
We're keepin warm on the ghetto sides
I'll keep 'er warm to ghetto strife
Innocent to lovin' at the end tonight

'Cause its cold on a New York night
We're keepin warm on the ghetto sides
I'll keep 'er warm to ghetto strife
Innocent to lovin' at the end tonight

Every day killer with my finger on the trigger
Defendin' what's promised for we
There's a commoner turned shooter
But [?] we'll never be kings
Never say nothin' that a gangster won't
If you don't know me
We're thief and savages
With hearts that never stop bleedin'

She wears that armour in heaven
Sweet girl, just let me in
Rest on her head 'pon me chest tonight
Close your eyes, just dream

'Cause its cold on a New York night
We're keepin warm on the ghetto sides
I'll keep 'er warm to ghetto strife
Innocent to lovin' at the end tonight

'Cause its cold on a New York night
We're keepin warm on the ghetto sides
I'll keep 'er warm to ghetto strife
Innocent to lovin' at the end tonight

'Cause it's
Talk truth as it was, no stops
Road talk on a god, your go
Truth is you were always on that grind, yeah
Space with yutes, never gave a fuck
Truth hurts when you're sittin' on lust
Rum and coke and [?]
First call when I lost my boss
True talkin', never picked it up
You start fights but we never made it right
Like cops and robbers chasin' dozen at a night
A shallow grave for the fireflies
I was numb on a burnin' night
Wasn't our club, happened downside
One drink for my nigga that died
One drink for your nigga that died
The truth is we never even tried
Innocent at livin' but we're feelin' like [?]
Trapped in bars [?]
Turn into some [?]
The weak man sleeps in the street
But you loved too much, man
Yeah, you loved too much
Hold on tight to what is yours
A life sober and sure

'Cause its cold on a New York night
Gettin' warm on the broken side
'Cause we're thief and savages
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