It was all a dream Just a new girl on the scene Got your face on magazines How it feel? It's killing me But do you care to see? Plenty fire in my eyes Just the way I like to be Will I stay, will I leave? I could figure out myself When I'm distant in my world I couldt hold on to the past And be absolutely mad But I let go of my sins I just searchin' for my wings If you know where I'll find it I would take a limousine Guess we're all burnin' Burnin' and burnin' Burnin' Burnin' and burnin' Burnin' Burnin' and burnin' Burnin' Burnin' and burnin'
Mi sveglio che è passato un anno, ah Ed io che sono ancora stanco, ah Con la la valigia sotto braccio, ah Non so nemmeno dove vado E vago come se fossi un pazzo, ah Mordo ancora le mie manette, ho Girato il mondo, ho visto gente, no Non è come lo immaginavo, io ho Schiacciato bene la testa nel fango, ho Mangiato male per restare in vita, ho Sentito gente chiamarmi bastardo e Ancora corro cercando l'uscita, ma L'unico modo è staccarsi dal branco, ah Scavare finché non senti le dita, ah Se tutti quanti ora ti stanno amando, ah Sappi che non è l'inizio, è la fine Sappi che non è l'inizio, è la fine Anche la rosa più bella ha le spine Forse l'unica risposta è partire O restare a marcire Sappi che non è l'inizio, è la fine Anche la rosa più bella ha le spine Forse l'unica risposta è partire O restare a marcire Hai idea di come ci si sente, a Avere il mondo fra le mani, ah Come contasse veramente, ah Come se fossimo speciali E invece ci rimane niente Un pugno di mosche tra le mani, ah Nemmeno tutto l'oro al mondo, ah Potrà comprare ciò che lasci, ah Mi hanno trattato come un santo, poi giudicato Guardato male come fossi pregiudicato Quando ritroveranno il corpo del mio reato Si accorgeranno troppo tardi di aver sbagliato Però io invece non mi fermo, continuo Voglio vivere correndo sopra un filo Il giorno che non avrò più un motivo Saprò che non è l'inizio, è la fine Sappi che non è l'inizio, è la fine Anche la rosa più bella ha le spine Forse l'unica risposta è partire O restare a marcire Sappi che non è l'inizio, è la fine Anche la rosa più bella ha le spine Forse l'unica risposta è partire O restare a marcire Cercavo soltanto un pretesto per dire questo Per smettere di andare dove tira il vento Trovare luce prima che tutto sia spento E se non mi amerà nessuno sarà lo stesso Cercavo soltanto un pretesto per dire questo Per smettere di andare dove tira il vento Trovare luce prima che tutto sia spento E se non mi amerà nessuno sarà lo stesso Sappi che non è l'inizio, è la fine Anche la rosa più bella ha le spine Forse l'unica risposta è partire O restare a marcire Sappi che non è l'inizio, è la fine Anche la rosa più bella ha le spine Forse l'unica risposta è partire O restare a marcire
Just using AI to take out the lyrics. Thats why you can still hear the breathing and why it gets “foggy” a lot because it’s trying to put the song back in.
My Love Mine All Mine (feat. Christian Rewrite) Josh Thomas God created light King of glory Reign on high Here before and after me Shining down on me God, show me how to Love them the way You do Thought I would die Now I see you I was blind But now the truth is My God His light, his light Makes me Shine so bright Everyone around the world Will see that My light Will shine, will shine, will shine Salt and light of the earth Loving You Is something worth More than the silver More than gold I will shine To make You known Cause my God His light, his light Makes me Shine so bright Everyone around the world Will see that My light will shine Will shine Nothing in this world Could set me free But my God His light, his light, his light Light
[Verse 1] Moon, a hole of light Through the big top tent up high Here before and after me Shinin' down on me Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you? [Chorus] 'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love, my, my, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love, mine, all mine, all mine [Verse 2] My baby here on earth Showed me what my heart was worth So, when it comes to be my turn Could you shine it down here for her? [Chorus] 'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love, my, my, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love, mine, all mine Nothing in the world is mine for free But my love, mine, all mine, all mine
Me and my buddy We making all of this money I know it's rude to be bragging They never catching us lacking Me and my buddy We working hard for this money You know I been in my bag yeah Buddy I got it like that, that, that Y'all better stop Me and my boy gonna climb to the top Sidekick game like Calvin and Hobbes Batman and Rob Y'all know me I'm down for the cause Y'all know us we start the party Go way back like Doc and Marty Either die a legend like John Lennon Or end up solo like Paul McCartney, let's go W's only there's obvious signs Looking around me its hard to deny I mean just like at the audience size Robbing you blind like Bonnie and Clyde Y'all do too much just to fit in Zack and Cody we stay twinning Sweet life only we stay winning Been this way since the beginning Me and my buddy We making all of this money I know it's rude to be bragging They never catching us lacking Me and my buddy We working hard for this money You know I been in my bag yeah Buddy I got it like that, that, that My greatest idols are all time rivals I'm talking Biggie and Pac Every room that I walk into it's like all I hear is applause I don't need just to roll solo I got a buddy like Han Solo I'm in the money I rock polo I never bomb sets I just bomb photos like Boom Lights camera action Do it big, boy Yeah I'm talking Ms. Jackson Bury those beats yeah I'm feeling like Braxton Good Jewish boy cause I always pay taxes I been on a mission gotta blast Feel like Jimmy Neutron with the raps Why you always living in the past Lemme give you something that will last Me and my buddy We making all of this money I know it's rude to be bragging They never catching us lacking Me and my buddy We working hard for this money You know I been in my bag yeah Buddy I got it like that, that, that Me and my buddy yeah we never need a understudy Did it independent we don't ever need nobody's money Everybody calling me they said they wanted something from me Put me on a song all of a sudden now they be running form me Running from me like we playing good cop, bad cop Crowd going crazy like its Woodstock, can't stop Every show I'm playin be like new girl, pants drop Working way too hard u never gonna see this man flop
I'm not in love So don't forget it I'm not in love So don't forget it Got a lot of things to be happy 'bout (got a lot) Run my check up while they run they mouth (while they runnin', yeah) Got you cussin' on a Sunday now (good Lord) Run my check up while they run they mouth (while they runnin', yeah) Shutcho, shutcho goofy ass up (shut up, bitch) (Run it up, run it up) Shutcho, shut, shutcho dumb ass up (quiet now) (Run it up, run it up) Shutcho, yeah, yeah, shutcho goofy ass up (shut up, bitch) (Run it up, run it up) Shutcho, yeah, shutcho dumb ass up (quiet now) They say they want money (they say they want money) All they do is run they mouth (but all they do is run they mouth) I swear all they do is complain (all they do is complain) Bet you thought that shit was funny now (bet you thought that shit was funny now) You thought you was doin' somethin' (you thought you was doin' somethin') How you hatin' on the Lord's day? (How you hatin' on the Lord's day now?) How you hatin' on a Sunday? (How you hatin' on a Sunday?) Go and take a look at your account (go and take a look at yours, yours) Yeah It's that weird swag (it's that weird) Weird money, weird bitches, put me near that (near that) Pro'ly see her in her brand-new hollyweird bag (yeah) Shawty red flag, put-you-to-the-test bag Got good head up on her shoulders, hope this neck last (yeah) I'ma fall off when I want, they gon' respect that (yeah) Setbacks never stop me, let them get dragged (yeah) Get back, lil' ho, you don't know me like that Ex-lax, they ain't shit, they need to check facts (check, check) Got a lot of things to be happy 'bout (check, check; got a lot) Run my check up while they run they mouth (check, check; while they runnin', yeah) Got you cussin' on a Sunday now (got you cussin'; good Lord) Run my check up while they run they mouth (check, check; while they runnin', yeah) Shutcho, shutcho goofy ass up (shut up, bitch) (Run it up, run it up) Shutcho, shut, shutcho dumb ass up (quiet now) (Run it up, run it up) Shutcho, yeah, yeah, shutcho goofy ass up (yeah, yeah; shut up, bitch) (Run it up, run it up) Shutcho, yeah, shutcho dumb ass up (yeah; quiet now) I'm a, I'm a, I'm a rich-body bitch, thick-body bitch Y'all-gon'-make-me-sick body bitch, where's Roddy Ricch? Put-you-in-a-box body bitch, get bodied, bitch You-don't-wanna-talk body bitch, lips prolly zip Stop-callin'-me-sis body bitch, we not akin You do not exist to me, miss, I'm not your friend I'ma let 'em wish 'bout me, bitch, kiss 'bout me, bitch Y'all be steady' dick-ridin', don't you piss on me, bitch I just want my toes in the sand, one hunnid bands Body lookin' real overseas, hips motherland I can't even sit in my chair, zip up my pants I did all the things I ain't need, I don't wanna dance, yeah Got a lot of things to be happy 'bout (happy 'bout; got a lot) Run my check up while they run they mouth (run my check up while they; while they runnin', yeah) Got you cussin' on a Sunday now (on a Sunday; good Lord) Run my check up while they run they mouth (while they runnin', yeah) Shutcho, shutcho goofy ass up (shut up, bitch) (Run it up, run it up) Shutcho, shut, shutcho dumb ass up (quiet now) (Run it up, run it up) Shutcho, yeah, yeah, shutcho goofy ass up (shut up, bitch) (Run it up, run it up) Shutcho, yeah, shutcho dumb ass up
Okay hold on, I cannot write my rights with my damn wrongs, I can't be in her life with my damn songs, So I flex in the night with my bands on, ey, uh Okay hold on Pop a perc, I'm too fly, got the club on, Like the plug when I rock got the drugs on, Milly rock in this bitch with no hands uh, She tellin' me is getting real For real ey But she don't even know the deal For real ey I done gone stomp the yard 40. on me tear his ass apart ey Baby I'mma shoot for the stars ey Maybe I be shooting to damn far ey Dreams of livin' grand, ey, look at me thats Drsigner on my pants, ey Every time I ball I be fuckin' setting trends
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Instrumental Man - Crash & Burn - Leon Thomas Music Feat Blxst [Produced By BNYX & FaxOnly] [Year: 2023] [Album: Crash & Burn Vizualizer] [Official Music Video]
