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Fall Out Boy Hand Of God

So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them? Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction? Hand over my heart,

So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them? Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction? Hand over my heart, gun

So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them? Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction? Hand over my heart, gun

So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them? Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction? Hand over my heart, gun

call her back Relax lil' cat, let the big dog attack Thought it was over for me homie, did you fall for that? You turn rigor red, no cardiac Get your hand out

where I met Mo Thugs, y'all. Oh, shit! Time to be a man. Gotta get out the house, 'cause I stand Mommy's man--he talks with his hand. Come, come creep

a brother's gonna have ta go Or either try to find a job so I can help out I'm in the ghetto, I gots ta get myself out And when I get out I gotta try

it in yo' veins or shoot it up straight to yo' brain You could smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole Lo and behold boy you should've done

You know I (Flow boy) Whassup? (Go boy) C'mon The flow boy is in the buildin' tonight You know I (Flow boy) C'mon (Go boy) Let's go (Flow boy is in