Seven's Travels
Atmosphere lyrics
Atmosphere lyrics
"Gotta Lotta Walls Lyrics"
Don't Disrespect My Mind Lyrics
(feat. Low G) [Low G] Ghetto Soldier, I'm representin' from that Houston Second Ward, that be the place where I do my dirt Kick in doors, sellin' dope, only my God knows I have t
(feat. Low G) [Low G] Ghetto Soldier, I'm representin' from that Houston Second Ward, that be the place where I do my dirt Kick in doors, sellin' dope, only my God knows I have t
Dialed up his homie Murs on the telephone
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong
Brain freezing up, he don't know what to do
But the people that know him know that it ain't nothing new
Catch five rings, then an answering machine
Hang up on the beep, stare up towards the ceiling
Stood up to remember that he slept fully-dressed
So he grabbed his keys and put a hat on his rat's nest
Stepped up to
Woke Up This Morning Lyrics
Written by: b.b. king I woke up this morning, my baby was gone Woke up this morning, my baby was gone I've been so bad, i'm all alone I ain't got nobody stayin' home with me I ai
that big outsideWritten by: b.b. king I woke up this morning, my baby was gone Woke up this morning, my baby was gone I've been so bad, i'm all alone I ain't got nobody stayin' home with me I ai
Somebody once said "Today's a good day to die."
But he never really was a big fan of their work
So he starts up the walk by kicking sand in the dirt
A friend to the strangers, a stranger to friends
He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a minute
Handle it. Paid up. The change, you can keep it
He's a sucker for the morning smile and summer cleavage
If you knew him better he'd ask for some tim
Strompelen Lyrics
We strompelen naar het einde van de eeuw Totaal verzadigd en vervet Het fluisteren is vervangen door geschreeuw Met protheses is het nog leuk in bed Wie raakt er door een liedje nog ontroerd Wie vech
We strompelen naar het einde van de eeuw Totaal verzadigd en vervet Het fluisteren is vervangen door geschreeuw Met protheses is het nog leuk in bed Wie raakt er door een liedje nog ontroerd Wie vech
Cuz he's looking for a reservoire to empty his mind
And there's only so much he can put in a song
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong
[Hook 2X]
And this house has gotta lotta walls
But only very few mean anything to you
And this house has gotta lotta walls
But only very few mean anything to you
No shop value to titillate
Far from shallow, so get it straight
Blacktop, s
Cry Baby Lyrics
I don't cry Or forget I'll cut my picture on your heart No names You've got one more game to lose I was young I was clean But now my soul eats me alive I was kind
idewalk,and the street
Cuz life is priceless and talk is cheap
And as he sits (as he sits) in his four-cornered room
Following a tune, born to consume
Carefully learning and analyzing the lyrics you use
Finally realizing that humility is a bruise
Scared love don't make none
If these walls could speak, they would peep about the fake ones
Watching this man, falling off of his plan-
Underachievin' just so he can under
I don't cry Or forget I'll cut my picture on your heart No names You've got one more game to lose I was young I was clean But now my soul eats me alive I was kind
idewalk,and the street
Cuz life is priceless and talk is cheap
And as he sits (as he sits) in his four-cornered room
Following a tune, born to consume
Carefully learning and analyzing the lyrics you use
Finally realizing that humility is a bruise
Scared love don't make none
If these walls could speak, they would peep about the fake ones
Watching this man, falling off of his plan-
Underachievin' just so he can under