Lyrics:
When I look over my shoulder
See a trail of broken dreams
Am I getting any closer
To where I wanna be
Cos I never seem to catch up
No matter
That howling wind, she'll take everything
But she's easy on the eyes
Oh, churches and trains
While they all look the same to me now
They shoot you
'Cause every night I'm alone in the dark
I need somebody, somebody
I'm hearing nothing but silence
Everything around is dragging me down
Look myself
to look for the real thing
That's when you start the old Buick with no headlights to lead you through it
Will the genius of evil guide your heart or are
Although from lightyears away
A new low tonight
My true opposite polar
I don't want to die
But I wish it was over
Now
Look the other way
I don't wanna
fingers, oh yeah, alright
I'm pardoned in the fog and I'm over it
I'm all PC and feather-light
And even though the future looks miserable
I get paid
tuvieras tú que empezar de cero?
Now why don't you look down
To where your feet is planted
That U.S. soil that makes you take shit for granted
If not for
It's funny how my lifestyle change
7 on a coat, and it don't even keep me warm
Shotter, we the shotter
We don't tek no talk
You look like suttin'
on the move
You just lose
Look, man are still sittin' in the same spot and it's been a year
Man need glasses, visions ain't clear
Keep distance, they can
diss you right now
Look I wanna talk to you
Can I ask you a question?
I want everyone to be honest with me, okay?
I want everyone here tonight that
We look forward to brighter days
Came a long way from block leader for project J
They want the gato but I borrowed all my pesos
To all my vatos
counting down my body weight
I'm tired
I'm tired
And the stars, they look like little mice
To me, I am my only vice
Sat on a dead man's bench
The sun
for
And I can't look away
I'm addicted to your face, you know
I would give you my body
But I'm not sure that you want me
I'm not sure that you
Cancela a agenda do fim de semana
Hoje o look do dia é pijama
Vou ficar com você
'Tá decidido, ninguém sai da cama
Nosso beijo é o melhor
wanna clash
Look, trust me, the school I'm from, blud it's long
Get, get that pound
Touch that town
Gas that crowd
Shut that down
Facts in
years
We know stats, we know platinum's rare but if anyone deserves that
It must be the boy the Deebo'd the atmosphere
Look how many tracks I've
Look, straight up and down, I never did the crooked
They offered twenty, I'm worth more, I told my nigga, "Book it"
Praise God my position isn't
Don't get caught running in place, you look deranged
Pins struggled to stay in frame, I switched the angle
Fell down on my knees for the cross, no
control up
The game wasn't made so we'd make it
It's made up (it's made up)
It's war that they're waging
Just look at these wages they pay us
It's
might have to take it out
'Cause it can't stay in my chest
Don't I look better when I'm slouching
With a pebble on my back?
And the second I admit it
Wanna give momma the D gotta earn it like earnest
Yeah daddy, the pussy feel like a furnace
Look at you baby, you lookin' determined
You want some
Jim Carrey
Let's get this shit crystal clear
Your look just ain't it, my dear
How you be lacin' a gear?
But your wig be sheddin' like tears
away
Just drift away
I stay dreaming
As day turns to night
That look in your eyes
I know it's for life, us two
So we'd stay scheming
24 hours, hey Twenty I love you
Hit-Boy
Hey, listen baby, look
I'll make you dinner when you getting off for work
I'll rub your back when you
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