Search results for 'hurt me by andrew gold' Page #10

forever
And I will be with you one day
I wanna see the streets paved with gold
I’m on the way to come and do my dance
And I can never hurt no more
Nothing

When you say you love me
How can I believe it
Love got no meaning

When you say you love me
How can I believe it
I've been hurt so many times
Love

step on step on by
(you gotta keep steppin on)
Step on, step on, step on step on by
Pimp daddy gangsta stroll
Drinks on me, Visa Gold
Cause the game's

Shit covered in gold
You won't know what you're missing 'til I go
(Don't know what you're missing 'til I go)
Somebody gone, better you than me my

I thought you had my back
You proved me wrong
Now you got me riding solo, putting my pain in all these songs
Told bro that I'm going for gold, I'm

Makin' the Best of a Bad Situation

Tom Jones

Songbook

1999

hat's gonna fall down over your eyes
And you can't ever be gypsy
'Cause you don't have no place to wear a gold earring"
He just looked me right

Yennifer, they truly are
Too blind to see your whole beauty
Can't take it anymore
It hurts to feel ignored
Wandering all by yourself
Longing for love,

your heart by making you all mad
Let me remind you again why I liked you back then
Pre-chorus
/I’ll say it one more time I’ll say it once again/
I’ll say

Look at the Grillz

Eightball & MJG

Living Legends: Chopped and Screwed

2004

a murder scene
I'm paranoid, tone misquoted
Should not since my early teens
But I'm drop that note, grab me under sixteen
You can bring all the niggas

bithces run after me
I got a gold and crome Beretta
I got a 1997 mercedes kompressor
And I can better
Hundred Gs and my pockets won't hurt
Nigga set for

glamour glitters and gold
i unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
when i'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace

Gotta Be Special
(Yea; You Gotta Hold Me Down Baby)
By That I Mean That You Gon Hold Me Down
(Uh)
You Gotta Be Special
(Yea; You Never Know Right?)
Cuz

, (Fah!)
No diss but my stunts will, make your pockets hurt
Talk 'bout me all you want, 'cause boy I'm getting heard
I don't want no beef, but if a track

My Life

Geto Boys

My Homies, Pt. 2

2006

ain't trippin' out here, flippin' I just need to thank
Money miny, yo all the mission tryin' to steal me bank
Ride and homicides we get it, fuck it,

it'll hurt a long time
She had led me to a place we often went for some temporary warmth
And we talked away the hour taking comfort in the pleasure

I wanna hear what you would say
I want it to be made of gold
I don't want to agitate 
I wanted to be made of gold

Some times I just sit by my self

I wanna hear what you would say
I want it to be made of gold
I don't want to agitate 
I wanted to be made of gold

Some times I just sit by my self

Everything’s changed, yeah it don’t feel right
The world felt better with you by my side
I know I said things in a text last night
And I wish I never

Tales of a Dead Scene

Soulwax

Leave the Story Untold

1996

should
Leave the story untold
But the map's already unfold
Everybody's soul searching for
Acapulco gold
Great continental suicide note
Try me, write it

Tendency to burn and crash
Actin' like a hot mess
Just to get your attention
Everywhere that you touch turns me to gold
Still see your face when the lights

Fuck That

Russ

Zoo

2018

y'all can't ever ever play me, fuck that
Stop playin' with me, playin' with me
Somebody gon' end up hurt
Stop playin' with me, playin' with me
I

rims ice gold platinum jewellery 
Rings Louis XIII Louis V VIP
I'll show you how to stunt on a nigga
Nothing but ice on a nigga (Me just a foolish man)

made of gold but the ones made with thorns
Tryin' to smell the flowers
If it's my time then it's my time, if not can I move up the line legs hurt

bombast of its breast 
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty