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Tall cans in the air, let me see 'em... f*** you! Last edited by Fence Sitter; 02-05-2012 at 10:25 AM. I been here for a while. ' Writer/s: TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG, ROB ASTON. And we're one of a kind. "Transplants" album track list. Silence is true peace (don't ever read me). ROB ASTON, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG. It only gets through me (causing a slow death). Reason: dropped in a link and additional info. Now, I am not just saying this because it is Davey Havok, it is because the song is awesome, hands down. Take a look around baby. Terms and Conditions.
"nobody move, nobody get hurt". News from the corner, my mic. With the chrome, take a dope. The most hoes, the most honeys, it′s so funny. 10 to 3 a. m., head to toe, tread to joker Tall Cans in the Air, let me see 'em... fuck you!
Writer(s): Timothy Armstrong, Rob Aston Lyrics powered by. When the drunk's highly sober. Yeah, transplants don't give a fuck. Let me see em (fuck you). Welcome to human hell. But we still got the most game, The most money. Two tall cans and a packet of blackjack. In the end, I cannot give it the full ten because Tim Armstrong really needs to sing more. I'm chillin smoking chronic. From the lincoln to the gold to the lowrinding bike.
Find more lyrics at ※. This page checks to see if it's really you sending the requests, and not a robot. You know my whole crews ulgy. I'm still getting over. U. s. thugs, wolfpack, and i ain't nothing nice. You always say you hate it.
We're checking your browser, please wait... Aloud cause i'll take your life. I never sing, no, never, i only shout. But that was only one song. It makes for a great performance at their live shows. Forever in night light.
Its heavy, it is somewhat fast, and it sounds great. It's so funny how you hate my fucking guts. These chords can't be simplified. How to use Chordify. I got machine gun trigger.
Our systems have detected unusual activity from your IP address (computer network). Yeh, transplants don't give a f***, that's where we're at. Het is verder niet toegestaan de muziekwerken te verkopen, te wederverkopen of te verspreiden. Beating me with your words (i'm bleeding now). Is it the cash i made on whacks or the cocaine sacks?
This is the second song in their self titled, debut album. With a crow to your doe, make you flip like a flapjack. I remember it as purely instrumental, it's been a while since I've watched the movie. Other than that, a fantastic way to spend money. This may or may not help it's only that the song shares some similarity to a piece of music from a scene from "Bulletproof Monk" (where Kar fights under cranes), but I sort of remember a piece that had a bit of whistling in it too.. The most hoes, the most hunnies. Losing in hindsight. I would have to say that when I first picked up this The Transplants I really had no idea what to expect. I refused to dismiss this side-project solely based on the fact that Tim Armstrong is the best at what he does. I can't blame them, I did to.