Search results for 'little things you give away by linkin park' Page #181

up  a little clue
to if i straight i'll diss you
but i won't, because that only give you props
hey sucka, remember how ya got dropped?
i remeber like

All my dreams went sour
And all my blunts turned ash
I know I got these little problems
I know you're probably sick of hearing
Everybody all up sick

Intoxicated by your touch 
And everything little thing would you do

Oooh, crazy love takin’ me over
Oooh, crazy love takin’ me down

Woah-oh-oh, you’ve got

gonna happen pretty soon

While you're busy singing out of tune

Next thing you know you're lieing there on the ground

I knew a man by the name of Jack

searching, you could spend your whole life. I can tell by your eyes that hope is fading fast, when all you have to do is stop searching. I understand people

dreams
They give us wine then they take it away
And their neon shrines burn night and day

What are we doing here
Where poets are hanged
And betrayed by

Neobamboom

Tiger Army

Tiger Army

1999

has his day. ??? but now things are fine cause i'm a tough cat and i'm on my way. said baby girl take you into my arms, poor little girl won't you play

tragedy
Your tragedy
Feel the pain
Take it all back away from me
Your tragedy
History
Oh what I’d give to have what used to be
To take back all the things

First I studied the game, so I could run with the data
Second thing I did was jump right off of the corporate ladder
So if you want me to work, just

through tables
Sleeping in stables
Hiding from cops that got called by the neighbors
Mama we made it 
Wasn't the greatest
Don't give a fuck 'cause we still

As months go by, and our time expires. You went away, you’re just a lyric in a song. Tell me how does that feel(?) my wraith and taste my pain I’m always

I can feel these memories in my bone marrow
I used to sit by the stream and make my own arrows
Whole tung and buffalo in a healing flow
We bend down

I took the easy side
They told me it was I
It's all in my mind
Gotta make it right

Sur­round­ed by the type
To look away and hide
My frag­ile open

waiting 
And live with the reaper by our side
We only promised death
Still hoping we don't die
Try to give everyone my wings
So they can fly
Losing myself

this shit, I give my liver homework
Then I get really dizzy, busy knocking things over
Wait (Wait) I need to regain my balance (Ooh)
Both in my feet

listen
Not about tradition
It’s about positions
And I’m in they mentions
Center of attention
If you really listen
There’ll be comprehension
Of the things I

It's holidays
Hip hip horray
To the days comin out our way
Doing whatever to relax
Whether that's going away
Or Having a nap
Or sitting here to stay

Crocodile hunter, you could die for them stunts
Lil' nigga playin' big, Eddie Murphy in the clumps
Yeah, if it's a problem, only thing I do is address it
War

She's Not Just Another Woman

8th Day

Breakdown

2002

on this bitter earth
She knows the things to say
To help my troubles away

And when the words she say won't do
She'll try a kiss or two
And if her

funny when you see how little people were traded
When I found my pen and paper saw the people got nervous
Dudes get pissed 'cause legs are spreading, just

The silence in between and the meaning of you
It's in the ease of the little things you do
You make me feel all good
I wanna give it back to you

I shout it

Some contemplations made next to
A mug of warmth
Every little bead followed by another one
All of you made an impact.
Some dug holes and others

wishing home would come again
To speak is lie, wearing all this makes such little sense now
I know that nothing gives without first taking
Eyes, see

flew by
I was knockin' on doors of the gold-gated mansions
Slipping on silk and champagne
Nobody knew what the right thing to do was
So two wild