I've done this before... WALKING all the way back home we pass.. DEAD FISH carcasses with awful stenches.. I DON'T know how I got here but I'm content
as I've done this before... WALKING all the way back home we pass.. DEAD FISH carcasses with awful stenches.. I DON'T know how I got here but I'm content
see Not whether I'm buyin' 'em three When you watch television just keep sayin', they lyin' to me 'Cause they are, how long you gonna stay at the bar? I'm
I'm out what These type of things happens all the time You trying to get yours but I'm a kill for mine Nigga, nigga, nigga, a nigga please I strap on
, "Get back, bitch, I ain't givin' you shit" I said, "You ol' bag, you ain't heard" But them are fighting words I've committed murder and I think I've
my way. I didn't know what I was missing 'til I felt you tender lips kissing my fears away. I'm so glad you're here today. I never had somebody I
I didn't know what I was missing 'Til I felt your tender lips Kissing my fears away I'm so glad you're here today Chorus: I never had somebody I
the world Then I played some music Then I loved a girl Someone called me papa Took my breath away Would I be fine Would I be alright with just today
I need a little something Hold my hand So I know that I'm not falling down or spinning around Or am I really just fine is this the vertigo I fell Just simply fear
I'm addicted back to you I'm addicted, I'm addicted, addicted to your love I'm addicted to the urgency I'm addicted to the chase Another dose of
I'm addicted bad to you I'm addicted, I'm addicted, addicted to your love I'm addicted to the urgency I'm addicted to the chase Another dose of you
to do Oh, lord I'm blue I'm crying over you Oh, lord I'm blue I'm crying over you Oh, lord I'm blue I'm crying over you Härligt! 1-2 1-2-1-2-3
I'm tired of pretending I'm wrong "I Want Everything" Hey girl, sweet thing I want everything You love me too And I want you Well I think I'm gonna Jump
plain to see No I'm not gonna have you thrown into a prison cell I want you out where you can walk through a life of living hell I want you to see the
I'm locked up I'm inside this thing And I can't Oh no I cant I can't get out I can't take what I want I can see it Oh I can see it But it's not
sensing what I say I'm 45th generation Roman But I don't know 'em or care when I'm spitting So return to your sitting position and listen, it's fitting I'm
at myself to survive. I never think, I'm always capable. I'm mass-produced and expendable. I never think, I'm under mind control.. I'm mass-produced