ترانه:
Temper Trap The My Sun

my sun, you are the only one, my sun, you are the only one, like a bullet through the barrel of a gun, you keep me on the run, you keep me on the

: my sun, you are the only one, my sun, you are the only one, like a bullet through the barrel of a gun, you keep me on the run, you keep me on the

My wrestlin' vest, lyric fresh, dry bone My appetite destruction is official cyclones Thai poems, my throne One shot fill, bigger homes, bigger stones It's on now You trapped

flip the temp into the carter Rebirth! don't cut out my four-ways I stash purp pounds, that's down for the drop days And for my pay, I hit the trap when

pressure Some of them, just don't get it Leave me at, the beginning Start over and do it well Shut my trap, stop complaining Stay sober and step on shells My oh my

this hustle This nigga bitch meant I'm gettin' paid six ways My shits laid, shits sprayed, lemonade with blades Keep your mouth closed, you don't want to get sprayed Shoot you down your body, let you sun

Lord, imma' lose my baby Lord, imma' lose my way But if Living means I'm dead here Come hurry And resurrect me Aaaaahhhh..... When the sun goes down

know your spot's reserved, ya heard? I put my niggaz on, my niggaz put they niggaz on Now we all somewhere fun, chillin in the sun I ain't forget you

know your spot's reserved, ya heard? I put my niggaz on, my niggaz put they niggaz on Now we all somewhere fun, chillin in the sun I ain't forget you