the fake tracies - "3 Foot Giant" |
(verse1) I feel Something, I feel Wild, I feel Something, Igotta say, When you catch me, when you throw me to the floor As good as Vegas, With twice the style, Contradicting, Your every lie, You got no boundaries, Youv'e got me knocking on deaths door. (chorous) Why does she keep on running? Why does she keep on running? Why does she keep on running alone? X2 (Verse 2 - repeat Verse1) (Repeat Chorous) |