Adam Lambert - Rough Trade Lyrics
You've got a gift to give, andThe shadows come and go, andYou've got a gift to get, ohRough tradeRough tradeI'm not preaching, I just wanna tell youDon't buy what these people will sell youI'm not preaching, I just wanna tell youI made a rough tradeadam with the citizen vein live on stage (kat club?)Always gonna get 'em all rightNo, never gonna get 'em this timeAlways gonna get 'emMy daddy raised by the sinnerTold devil lies with dinnerThree meals, the ones to have holy crusadeRough tradeYou gotta be careful lyin'While keeping it real cool, lyin'You gotta be careful lyin', yeahRough tradeNever gonna follow the foldAnd I'm always gonna travel this roadNever gonna followOnly before it's doneSuck on a smokin' gunMake like a hit and runWoah oh oh ohOnly before it's doneSuck on a smokin' gunMake like a hit and runWoah oh oh ohOnly before it's doneSuck on a smokin' gunMy daddy raised by the sinnerTold devil lies with dinnerThree meals, the ones to have holy crusadeRough tradeAnd I'm always gonna get 'em, alrightI'm always gonna get 'em that's rightI'm always gonna get 'em
