paroles de chanson The Most (Radio Version) - Alexander Hristov

Ooh-ooh, I'm not myself tonight
Been a minute since I heard this song
Ooh-ooh, I might get drunk tonight
'Cause the feeling's comin' on too strong

When your heart has givin' up
And your soul has had enough
Raise your glass and make a toast
To the ones
To the ones we hate the most

(We, we) the most
(We, we) the most
(We, we) to the ones we hate the most
(We, we) the most
(We, we) the most
(We, we) to the ones we hate the most

(We, we) the most
(We, we) the most
(We, we) to the ones we hate the most
(We, we) the most
(We, we) the most
(We, we) to the ones we hate the most

To the ones we hate the most

When your heart has given up
And your soul has had enough
Raise your glass and make a toast
To the ones
To the ones we hate the most

(We, we) the most
(We, we) the most
(We, we) to the ones we hate the most
(We, we) the most
(We, we) the most
(We, we) to the ones we hate the most

(We, we) the most
(We, we) the most
(We, we) to the ones we hate the most
(We, we) the most
(We, we) the most
(We, we) to the ones we hate the most