Search results for 'suspicion by rem' Page #5

Georgie Fame

Oh, I heard him one night quite by chance
Now wherever I'm walking, I dance
And London is not quite the same
'Cause when he sings, the city

good is coming right by
Do never matter the time
Feels like I’m out of my mind
I’m a damn star, don’t touch me
Only real homies on the front seat
I don’t

my melodies
It's real rap around parenthesis, chill back, switch these energies
Rem's lapped learning chemistry, watch your imagery
A new pap, grown

Accept these sweet REM's let your eyelids descend
Yeah recline now 
Another day has come to an end
And it's fine now for you I'll make you

shoulders, pressing down
If you got it flaunt it, my dreams are haunted
By God I want it, so get it on credit card
If you got it flaunt it, my dreams are

Niks hang so rooi soos wingerdblaar by Hexrivier
Niks staan so geel soos herfspamplier by Dwarsrivier op Ceres
Slaan rem aan, hou jul asem in en kyk,

myself
Is it ok to think,
with polish it will shine?
Surrounded by strife,
conflict all around me
tried to fill my heart up
with doubt and with suspicion

decisions
Define my false suspicions
No one should ever love me like you do

While I'm on this road you take my hand
Somehow you really love who I really

suspicions
No one should ever love me like you do

While I'm on this road you take my hand
Somehow you really love who I really am
I push you away, still

straight to hell
My REM is digging deep into my wishing well
Pulling out pennies buried by accounts
Don't tell 'em you're thirsty
You don't deserve an ounce

My REM came back had dreams vivid in the 3d/
Sober I dropped my crutch felt a gravity thump for the first time I was being me/
Vuwa ndo nukala nga

- For your decisions
We wait - Fuck your suspicions
We lie - Lock off the regions

Stop, stop, stop!

Stop, stop!
Stop, stop!
Stop, stop!
Stop, stop!

of all our circumstances
By his command, I know we have no second chances
We leave today, for fear that there is no tomorrow
Know what you'll say, you

the brain
My desire in the cycle
Round and round and again
Down and out hitting REM  

Wasn't I afraid of goodbyes?
Feeling alive wasn't the same if you

dead than turn my head away
We got a first world vision too
comfy to lift our hands in the air
and cry for a switch

Michael Stipe (of R.E.M.):
Father,

seat of the Honda owned by her burger

That's crazy, I know that's mad
Had to delete bare numbers down to one 
Patiently waiting for the right one 
Would

Waconzy
I sayyyyy
Waco
See

Mother and my father not together
But I was brought up by my poor single mother
Sweet like a guava eh
You are my sweet

REM dreams
And imagine heavy schemes
And assemble all of my ashes
And dust into baggies
Spark 'em to ignite fit's of
Genius and fanciful thoughts

Waconzy
I say
Waco
See

Mother and my father not together
But I was brought up by my poor single mother
Sweet like a guava eh
You are my sweet sugar

first topic, R.E.M. sleep
During R.E.M. sleep, the body is paralyzed by a mechanism in the brain, in order to prevent the movements which occur in

shadow figures lurk by your side
You try to move
You're paralyzed
You're in your room
And you're petrified
What can I do
When I'm horrified
The same thing

Hier is my pa op twintig
In sy baaibroek by die see
Die landskap is in sepia
Daar's branders om sy knieë

Hier is hy vyf-en-twintig
Langs ‘n tenk in

From the hands of coppers coppers
We don't deserve the neglect
If by law you protect and serve

A plate full of hateful actions and words
See citizens

the groove don't accuse just bloom
Don't condemn you're a femme a brilliant gem this solid stem of the fam
Not a M'am of your REM
As the world keep turning
We