Search results for 'heart flame by aeoliah' Page #422

aim with me
Locking on your lips
Feel your shoulder by the frame
Yeah we
Yeah we
Till you say my name
Got my hands up on your hips
Fill your heart up

in me but I can't find your flame
I'm blind thanks to you and your sick game

In the time I can see just what you are it's just too late 'cause I'm in

lying
I don’t even care bout your life, ain’t no mine
You pulled up 40 by that time I had been dying 
Hop out of the Porch, yea, bitch, I got shine
I

All money ain't good money
Especially when you light the flame and it burn funny
Every girl ain't good for you
Just cause she got a pretty face do

and asphalt
The ash falls from the flames that I
Held dearly in my heart

Night after night
Fright after fright
I fight the drains that dance by my side

of dope
You take it in the same vein
Easy to get the dough
Takes discipline to maintain
Light the weed up and burn a
Benji with the same flame
You artists

Lord forgive me sins  cuz I done did a lot of niggaz dirty just to win had burn a couple bridge see da flame rise within tell when does it end hold

to keep track of time by
Drawing up a list of things defunct
Another one of thoughts
Leading to radical changes
A list of things that make my heart beat

You're an imaginary man
With a big black car full of self esteem
You're a character from a land
Where the cold black hearts make the ladies scream

lyrics like Lebron James
Me and mama gettin' nearer when we on stage
Darkness in the mirror gettin' clearer so I spark flames
I'm the heart, the leader

and now I wonder-r-r-r
If i could fall into the sky
Do you think time would pass me by
Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles
If i could just see

Oh cracking wave color your sky
Lonely flame an empty dye
Dying slow born in vain
The sea is swallowing the sand
Grain by grain

Yeah yeah yeah don't

The summer nights can even turn cold
In the streets of Philly where
Niggas don't even get to turn old
My heart pumping till it turn gold
You niggas

he really was the shogun
Still breaking down all these pounds by my lonesome
I'm on one
Niggas really think they really bout it but they playing street

to the start
Let's go back to the start
Let's go back to the start
Let's go back to the start

He's on his own with his cold heart
Cuh it gets kinda cold in

Feet in the sand I hear the waves calling
Water as dark as my heart saying keep walkin'
Yuh
It's like I'm sleep inside a deep coffin
the voices in my

Sweet
Words and Music by Darlene Koldenhoven

Sweet, So Sweet, So Sweet, So Sweet

I like the fine things 
Flyin’ in the sky
Brings looks from you

fine, at least I thought
But then they fucking canceled me ‘fore following my heart
And life’s a bitch, but she’s a widow, all by herself
She likes

Far from home, a man with a mission
In the heat of the glistening sun
In the heart of ancient tradition
This man's journey has only begun

Lead

pictures)
Now I ain't got the time to give
Ya's so I'ma keep doing me
Bring the old ways with ya
I love fanning flames, fuck what the risk is
They're trying

budget now my pen game and set
Flames the kids love it
Call it checkmate but just
Wait the king's coming
Y'all would rather party while
I'm rather busy

her face
What I'm about to say is gonna piss people off
But I don't care
I ain't close soft
I'm like bowser spitting flames I'm the boss
I'll one up all

hard for me to let go
Got a heart made of diamonds
I got gold all in my bezel
Folding bitches up
Like pretzels
She gon top till she got strep throat

one streak I told 'em pick a flame
Mona Lisa would show her teeth if she seen the frame
My bigger pictures with a nigga so they takin' aim
So, either