Lyrics.com »

Search results for 'searchin by maroon 5'

Yee yee! We've found 92 lyrics, 5 artists, and 30 albums matching searchin by maroon 5.

Artists:

Maroon Town · Maroon · Maroon 5 · Maroon · Maroon 5


Albums:

Maximum Maroon 5: The Unauthorised Biography of Maroon 5 (Maroon 5) · Guitar Tribute To Maroon 5 (Dark One Lite) · Maroon (Barenaked Ladies) · Maroon [Australia Bonus Track] (Barenaked Ladies) · Maroon (Barenaked Ladies) · Country Favorites [Maroon] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Chartbuster Karaoke Gold: Maroon 5 (Rihanna) · Maroon (Barenaked Ladies) · Yoga to Maroon 5 (Yoga Pop Ups) · Lullaby Versions of Maroon 5 (Twinkle Twinkle Little Rock Star) – and 20 other albums »


Chain Gang - Written by - Sam Cooke
He Don't Love You - Written by - J. Butler, C. Mayfield & C. Carter
Searchin' - Written by - Jerry Leiber & Mike
no highway
Blowin' by the double five, I know I'm goin' way too fast

I've been down this road just searchin' for the end
And it don't go nowhere, it
no highway
Blowin' by the double five, I know I'm goin' way too fast

I've been down this road just searchin' for the end
And it don't go nowhere, it
no highway
Blowin' by the double five, I know I'm goin' way too fast

I've been down this road just searchin' for the end
And it don't go nowhere, it
as a riverbed
Searchin' for a reason to go astray, yea

Couldn't hire twenty-five men
To do what the men couldn't do
Jus' the sound of his walkin'
Split
holdin' the 21st letter in the alphabet
All my life I've been searchin' as if it's my obligation
To find who?
You but my patience grows thin
'Cause U is
another journey, who ever thought I'd cross this line 
Ohohohohoh 

Walking through the dirty streets of Jersey (Jersey) 
A dollar to my name searchin
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh

Runnin' pretty, New York City girl
Twenty-five, thirty-five
Hello, baby, New York City girl

You grew up ridin'
to love.

My cigarette has burned down, to my fingers, and it brings me back to now.
And I'm searchin' through the ashes, for the answers to the where,
Runnin' pretty, New York City girl (twenty-five, thirty-five)
Hello, baby, New York City girl

You grew up ridin' the subways, running with people
Retired from the game, took another path

Destination ninety five dirty south
Where the Devil tried to realter my route
Creator took me by the hand
Runnin' pretty, New York City girl (twenty-five, thirty-five)
Hello, baby, New York City girl

You grew up ridin' the subways, running with people
Native New Yorker
Odyssey

New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh

Runnin' pretty, New York City girl
Twenty-five, thirty-five
Hello, baby, New York
Native New Yorker
Odyssey

New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh

Runnin' pretty, New York City girl
Twenty-five, thirty-five
Hello, baby, New York
Runnin' pretty, New York City girl (twenty-five, thirty-five)
Hello, baby, New York City girl

You grew up ridin' the subways, running with people
Montreal.
He caught his daughter
In the blouse by the light
And he said to himself:
"She looks all right!"
And he reached for a tit
And grabbed it tight
strong 
No doubt, it took time searchin, eventually 
It was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant 

Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme
Bad boys bad boys what ya gonna do
If you get caught by our mothafuckin' crew
Shot forty one only hit nineteen
They need target practice, that's what
Before his eyes, he's blinded by my lights 
and so I hit him with my 
Bumper doin' sixty, sixty-five, 
they take 'em frozen down in Halletsville
They
by;
Packer came back alone.
"My comrades they all froze to death,
I'm starving," he did moan.
The Indian chief knew how he lied,
He spat upon
Drove me to cocaine eyes by the age of one five
Kept my momma walking the floor
But I had to draw the line for the very last time
She kicked my ass out
[Chorus]
Sittin' in my five double-o on twenties
Sittin' low-low
That's how I get down
(Get down, get down)
If you want some of this
Baby girl
oldest son just turned five, I said "Lil nigga, you a man now"
Ride around with that strap out cause that Rolls Royce, glass house
I just got a text that
As we start trudgin', me and my brothers, we be lookin' and be buggin'
Vehicles of life, they be rollin' and be mergin'
Searchin' for the virgins