Search results for 'her body in my soul by orchestral manoeuvres in the dark' Page #453

I'd grab a cloud, hold tight and stand on top of it
It could all collapse and I wouldn't panic bout it
I'd grab my soul, I won't fight until we out

Slut me out
Inspired by her kisses, softly planted on my body parts
All the spots girl you ain't missing you got me saying that I'm sorry ahh
You got it

on nobody 
Jeans full of stacks and lean in my body 
Young n*gga slow down you on a roll now
Tell me it's up there, I bet we roll down 
Calling nothing off

the fire
But right now a nigga froze and I'm scared if I show 
These feelings the gon grow outta control 
I don't know I'm just trynna keep my soul from

was raised by a menace tho
Stuck in my solitude this how im feeling tho
I guess its just seasonal this is the thoughts of a LST indigo
Lyrics they

The Days

Patrick Wolf

Lupercalia

2011

And our first dance
Well, I thought by chance
God had matched my soul

But time bought its traveling
This distance and solitude
And in that traveling,

Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
I'm high up off the wave
Of some emotion
Hypotnized by the way
She keeps in motion
It's like I'm on stage
I'm feeling

This ain't even my
First day woke
Start my day
With seven grams of the smoke
Blunt fat like Leon's jaw
And that's for sure
Hard body
I've been solid

folding
Let my soul in
Down by two hit the three
Always look for me
Gotta eat my cake when I have it and that’s word to B
Wake up every morning brush teeth

You can be my summertime sunshine 
So mesmerized by ya eyes and you the perfect size
And baby i aint nun like them other guys
Right vibe wit sum

your head get low
Probably only see me when it's cold a blicky in my coat
Tell me what you know bout striking jurors and picking 12
They come out that

They was thinking I was slipping
I been bills gripping
Time time slipping
Plans in my phone
Ill catch you later on
Don't be mad ya know I gotcha
Hmmm

talking bout that forced labour, bitch
About the chains, about the chains
Still I don't give a fuck
This shit getting played
After my body drop from a AK

her get greezie 

Run it up clip a nigga like 3 times 
(Pause)
Showtime said my niggas got the green light 
Go trap don’t talk nigga lay low 
(Pause)

not fucking be?
What you truly wanted

No One

No Love for Me

Numb me up inside
Take away the pain
Haunted by my past
Can't feel my soul

Shattered

outside it might just blind you 
Look inside and you might just find you

Know no destination's final 
In dark rooms spin record vinyl
On this earth we sin

She's still living inside
She's got her key
To unlock my mind
And in the night
She's waiting for me
She's by my side
She will never set free...
Oh

ho
I know she losing her mind 
Fanning in life but hating online
Bitch is you scared
I'm a hardcore 9 
Add another point if you count my grind
Where do

Make You Go Down

The Watchmen

McLaren Furnace Room

cry to the burning sky
Oh, Lord what have I done?
No more running, no more time
My body has gone numb

I see her face in a safer place
And sweet smells

body and soul
Got us dependant on the products and consumables
They feed us the poison 
Knowing they can sell us the cure

Mother nature only provides

I been drilling
Been on my bully been stuck in my head for a minute
I ain't finished
Bodies go drop as long as I'm in it I'm clickin
Lost 3 brothers

Stigmata

Benediction

Organised Chaos

2001

because I must
You blood will cleanse the souls of mankind
And your body cleans me of my lust

This quivering child
An image of the holiest ghost

moon 
Gods, hear my prayers 
Take my soul if you want
But give me what you took
She is my life, my heart, my love
Blood is dripping on her headstone

departed
I'm barely an artist lil nigga
I'm a fucken assassin
Make your soul rise like the carpet flown by Aladdin
Bought my bitch a ring
It symbolise her