Armando Quintero

What Can I Do What can I do to make you stay I really don't want you to go away Take a little time & see I've changed.. I really love you What can I do to make you stay I really do

Getting Scared Turn your ugly face Are you so surprised to see me Yeah I was your little Childhood playground toy And if I remember Yeah if I do remember rightly I said the tables

La chica del club de golf Te reconocí, en el club de golf. Veo madurar manzanas y a ti... sonríes... burbujas, yo llevo burbujas... pero en la vena. Se arruinó mi familia, nos echa

Steady Mobbin (c'mon g) [jd] police eat a dick straight up look here you little god damn nigger your not gafflin nobody you fuc*** understand me (kick his ass) that's right get dow

Grey Days In a day when life, life has no sense... in a problem bigger than ourselves... when it's too thick to see the other side... when life is joking and you are going to cry..

So Gently We Go Fill my head with your nonsense You breathe my breath 'till I turn red Close your eyes try to follow me If you close your eyes you can become me You can park your s

The Ruins If it were a dream I'd let it have me, even if it ended badly If it left me unhappy, I'd do it all again gladly When we were younger she would ask me How people become so

Paste When I'm down, something picks me up to fall down again Is there a point to get ahead and the fall just wasn't the end? Take advantage of me, so you can better yourself I did

Look To You Asi que te miro a ti, te miro a ti nadie mas lo hara nadie mas lo hara Se que tu me amas,se que moriste por mi. Se que me cuidas, se que me cuidas, Se que resucitaste,

Mi Vida Entera Pasabas muy bien Solo quería saber Te pedí guardar mis estrellas Para encontrarte otra vez Mi país vendido a la televisión Y yo soñaba con vos Se politiqueaban los d

I don't dance Letra De I Don't Dance (Ryan) Hey,batter,batter, hey battter,batter swing. (Chad) I've go to just do my thing. (Ryan)Hey,batter,batter, hey batter,batter swing. I'III

Alza tu voz! No sabemos cómo lo consiguieron Pero la historia no se repite Es momento de salir a la calle Levantando las manos, no nuestros rifles Aceptaremos a aquel que no use La

Blankeyed Give me back my anger Cause I’ve been trying to live without Failing miserably every step on the way It’s my crutch and it’s my sword That makes me hard – so hard I need

Death By Hanging Well, raise 'em high and string 'em up We've gotcha, now you're good as dead From the gallows to your grave It's gona take your life away Crime they say, does not

Believe Estaba esperando, ahora me estoy dejándo ir Esto no es más que un demostración de pinturas Todo lo que sabía ahora dificilmente lo sé Ocupado guardando menos, nunca consigu