Lyrics:
gone and I'm alone and that's the hurtin' part
I hear your name I feel the pain and that's the cryin' part
Your precious face I can't erase Lord that's
It's part of your plan, we're all in your hands, it's all in your name God
It's part of your plan, we're all in your hands, it's all in your name God
When we played our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games, acting out names
Guessing the parts we played
Oh what a hit we made
When we played our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games, acting out names
Guessing the parts we played
Oh what a hit we made
needed always seem to get the call
Sounds crazy, but I'm more comfortable with me against the world
Uh, you speak my name, it parts the sky, then magic
hand
And grant me one last dance
Before you run away
With what's her name
And take away the best part of me
And run around
Get lost in the crowd
And lose
When we played our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games, acting out names
Guessing the parts we played
Oh, what a hit we made
We
When we played our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games, acting out names
Guessing the parts we played
Oh what a hit we made
Before I go I have this to say Hi!
My name is Chuckwick part three's on it's way
Snap out of it, you're acting like you've never seen a dead body
My new name remarkable
Part of me wanna make life part from you
The other part know the price in parking you
So Ima pardon you
Muzzle those questions
Call me
By my real name
Every part of my belief
Is crumbling
So I am asking
Is this
Just a lonesome game
Did I give away to much
I miss a part
blame me
Moved on from all your games
Then you started calling names
Gave you every part of me
You didn't deserve it
Moved on from all your games
Then you
chains on the ground they pull me down to my grave
And you can spit up on my name cuz that's just part of the game
I got stains on my shirt and my blood in
get my weight up
Ten bucks to the name but this is part of the agenda
Gold shots with the Los' so I'm expecting not to wake up
Staying true to my self
about
And I'm not talking about your brains
Nah, it's all really just about that flame
I'm talking bout the you that's behind the name
Talking about
than me I gotta get my weight up
Ten bucks to the name but this is part of the agenda
Gold shots with the Los' so I'm expecting not to wake up
Staying
of the impossible
I believe the mountain moves
The sea will part at the name, Jesus
You're the God of miracles
God of the impossible
I know that You are always by
I'm keepin parts of your name and your look
Parts of your brain, pick a part to sling in your hooks
Then I'm hangin you up; this is not the year for
a card, I need cash, the bag way
Bitches tryna ride the dick 'cause the cash came (bop)
Bitch, you don't even know a nigga last name (that part)
Rob
When we played our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games, acting out names
Guessing the parts we played
Oh what a hit we made
take it away or make you ashamed
Its part of your purpose like part of your name
Met with a smile remember that day?
The child in you saw the child in me
a few names that's part of the sequel
Know a few lames tryna be evil, they don't have names
In my camo's, Soap, all i need is the mohawk
Nope, don't want
will fall
And in His name, oceans will part
And in His name, there's nothing we won't overcome
This is our God, this is our God
This is our God, this is
Glieder,
oh nina ,ihr name war Nina,
Sie bereuen jedesmal dass sie zweifeln.
(Part1)
Babygirl ist ein shootingstar
laufend am Set,
Immer wieder live und
Discuss these name part Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In