have some more oor Ooh, whoa, ooh, more (More) Gimme some more Ooh, whoa, ooh, more, oor, oor, oor Baby, I'm feigning and I need some more Some more, some more, some more
thought you'd be my friend stuck with me until the end thought you'd be okay thought you'd share my way thought I could trust in you but you broke my
Thought you'd be my friend stuck with me until the end thought you'd be okay thought you'd share my way thought I could trust in you but you broke my
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some more More, (more Yoodle lae Hee)Give me some more More, Baby Im feaning and I need some more (more, more, more) Baby Im feaning and I need some more (more, more, more
s affair if that's not you then please be off (go head bitch be off) [Verse 2: Ne-Yo] there's the door swags a standard no less no more if u have none
nigga's too real, now see shit too clear See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt (What else is it dawg?) The velvet and the silk, and makin
live for Don't want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door I'll man handle Mariah like "Bitch get on the ground" You ain't with Tommy no more
: Can't you see how far I've bent? Fuel abuse At my expese. The link thats crawl up silken Threads and, swift, entomh the not quite dead. That sickening
rain. There's nothing that I want, nothin' that you need say. Just let me lie down a while and I'll be on my way. I was no more than a kid when you
we had to leak his brain Suddenly my nigga fell to the floor And said his legs feel like them shits aint got no feelins no more More the actin up the more
: Ye hills and dales and flowery vales That lie near the Moorlough Shore. Ye winds that blow by borden's grove. Will I ever hear you more Where the
rock well i'm sick of potential i'm sick of vanity now i'm sticking to essential reality now i don't know what's worse try to make a silk purse living
got to know, is have I wasted time? My eyes are blind to almost everything you see. and I'm drowning through sorrow - you recognize me - be me for a change (fucked) under the silk
Shaped our futures, you a tumbleweed And me on a yellow brick road Pleasing the people some of the time For better or for worse An urban soul in a fine silk
I swear. No more late nights, comin' in at daylight, and no more doin' you wrong. If you're thinkin' you want a stranger, there's one coming home. Bought you a silk
