Poliça

Trippin
All my friends, lost your face A million miles, constant traces No one even came to call Had to figure it out all on our own Put out with the battle cry You held me through the whole ride We can’t for anyone say goodbye, oh my All the strings you have tied round my mind Tripping down Losing all I have Just to be no one Anyone knows at all All my friends, lost your face A million miles, constant trace Had to figure it out all on our own Put out with the battle cry You held me through the whole entire ride And we can’t for anyone say goodbye, oh my This game, this game you wear me down just the same Tripping down Losing all I have Just to be no one Anyone knows at all All my friends, lost your face A million miles, constant trace From Letras Mania