Search results for 'blame it on the beat by ashley tisdale' Page #140

her
She found comfort in his sympathy
And the two conceived a third

IT IS TIME
I hang my head in shame
I know I am to blame
In silence I await

free oh yeah, run three
I'm talking miles, yeah no KMs, yeah
Flow so fire cause mayhems
Can't blame 'em cause I flame 'em
These beats I rape 'em and i

I have never met someone
Quite the same as you my dear
I doubt in my whole life I ever will

I am coming home quite soon
I know that I'll be back by

and trapped?
Like a target locked in sight
Are you waiting for the starting gun
To wake you up and run?

Is it late?
Sold my soul
I am not enough
Who's to blame

straight home in the swelterin heat
To get beat by the neighborhood bully
And get kicked til his face is all bloody
I make songs for the ones with low income

hands
The beat of my heart
You have to be strong
The fall is long gone
Take her back where she belongs
You may take me
It may kill me
But I just don´t

hands are clean
I'm not to blame
And yet the evil
Spirits remain
Haunting, teasing, laughing
Til the light of day
I'm beat and worn out
Barely gettin'

Treating nine patients
Who are mentally unstable
I've read the dumb fables
About how much fun able
Had getting beat with a Cain
By the old ways
Tradition

Bewitched by a temptress dance

Swaying to the rhythm of the damned
c half-conscious state
Your heart skipping beats
Pounding through your chest

Wildin' in this sin city
Sippin' lemonade
On my second soul
You ain't ever been the same
Feelin' twelve feet taller stepping on a beat
I've been

Poverty still flows in the vein of my city
I hustle everyday so I can beat my evils
So, planet earth so unfair
I was given less can't blame no one for that

do it? (if ya do)
Why should venues, be booking you?
How much do ya love music?
Makers of the beats are drew ssc, cokayn, foxtrot, triple a and a lil

Am a good boy
If you need a better beat
Then oga put call Esko
All I see is when a nigger grind and made it
Tryna put me down bros wait a minute
These

admit I was raised by some thugs
Can you blame me if I don't wanna live like a scrub
So I'm working 24/7 just to get love from fans
That won't ever really

Nixon in 1971
Marty McFly in 1985
A nun in 1991

Killed those mofos back in time
Beat the shit out off their spines
Crushed your kin, blame your sons

Nighttime weighs heavy, heart beats unsteady
Tension that rings in veins
Four in the morning, comes without warning
Smoke that evaporates, blood in

was talkin' mad trash about me and my beats
I'd be lyin' if I didn't say it got to me (check it)
No matter how hard it gets, you always got to keep

boutta ride it out, got me wild n out
Point the cannon make a water spout, these niggas watered down
Great white to a fuckin trout, i grab that pussy by

Real Enemy

Only Crime

To the Nines

2004

all night caring only for the words
Blame it on the new kids chewing on their nerves
Forget about the piss drunks putting out the fires
Sucking

bloody fields
A war of nations
Is soon revealed
The reset button will domineer

To be carried on shoulders weighted
By the rules of a battle god
Is it not

yeah)
Lil' bae, come put that pussy on me (woah)
Bust it, I'ma beat it 'til the mornin' (mornin')
I can't fuck with niggas, they be corny (woah)
I got

committed without Christ
When I do it on my own I'm on the throne alone and You ain't here
My mind ain't focused I ain't noticed that I can't see clear
Lord

fun
Somewhere in the sun

I blame it on the southern summer night
When I lost my heart
At first sight

Now all I wanna do
Is just to be with you

Lovers

fun
Somewhere in the sun

I blame it on the southern summer night
When I lost my heart
At first sight

Now all I wanna do
Is just to be with you

Lovers