du nord Je pense encore a notre premiere danse Chaque histoire a ses details Souffrait que je taise la mienne Et parlons plutot de... Lui,lui,lui,lui,lui Oh lui, lui, lui
nord Je pense encore a notre premiere danse Chaque histoire a ses details Souffrait que je taise la mienne Et parlons plutot de... Lui,lui,lui,lui,lui Oh lui, lui, lui
acciaio con cuore d?acciaio e gira e gira ti pensa e ti ama tu preghi per lui, no non piangere, no non stare in pena, se lui rischia ogni giorno
: si pudiera estrecharte seria tan dichoso el mundo mas hermoso lo veria por ti pero no se que hay entre nosotros que me separa cada dia mas de ti esa
: [Chorus:] Daddy, daddy wasn't home, so momma raised me And I'm still mommas baby Daddy, daddy wasn't home, so momma raised me And I'm still mommas
: Spawn of the darkest evil divine A creation of the holy womb Step aside for lord Sathanas His fist so deep within A servant am I and in flesh am
: (1) Kid's gettin' tired of hangin' around So cocksure, thingin' aloud Can't get it in when you can't get it out Sure ain't enough and there ain't no
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Gen'rals gathered in their masses, Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction, Sorcerer of death's construction In the fields
[Murs] I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my stomach
Look, it's a simple thing. I don't play well with others so all I ask is that you leave me the fuck alone. Look I ain't tryna battle rap Can't fuck wit
Kid's gettin' tired, hangin' around So cocksure, thinkin' aloud Can't get it in, can't get it out Sure ain't enough and there ain't no doubt You can'
i'm not the type that likes to think about the time i was broke and reminiss how everybody thougt my rhyme was a joke i played it fair while completitors
tell him what the hell is wrong [Hook 2X] And this house has gotta lotta walls But only very few mean anything to you And this house has gotta lotta walls
Gone swirling tears came she went today; Down Fallen years go by, No place in learning how to cry; I went astray; Understanding is a virtue, hard to come
Down on the seabed, crushed by the wave Twisted for money, born I a slave Devil on my back, underneath my skin Laugh at affliction, knock but don't you