open Father come and fill me up I can't wait for you to overflow my cup My heart makes me wonder how much longer 'Til you're coming back to take me away My heart
My heart longs for you to fly right through the sky And take me to the place where I Will never feel my heart break down Never feel my heart break down Never feel my
Father come and fill me up I can't wait for you to overflow my cup My heart makes me wonder how much longer 'Til you're coming back to take me away My heart
Traduzione: Terza Giornata. My Heart.
El heroe de mi corazon En este corazon hay tantos sentimientos y pasion por ti Ya ves el resultados de lo que haces me provoca hoy cantarte asi Tu
Tie this rag round my head, blow two bags to the head Keep the K by the bitches and the South stays fed [Chorus] [Third Verse] All you wannabe thugs
and underneath my anger - all i feel is hate don't want to hear you're sorry - cus it's too fucking late you tell me to follow my heart - my hearts
see the day when I would calm down, you ain't heard I've been known to clown and Get Around, that's my word See you walkin and you lookin good, yes indeed
baby) Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh) I knew you was my type from the very very start (yeah) I'm into tongue kissin' and four play all day
I put it down it's so unforgettable Shootin this gift is just so enjoyable Truth of the matter is so unavoidable Right over the track you can hear my
a crosswalk My too far gone mastodon senses inspect relentless For fitted boogie systems and crook addictions Well sure my crown is formed of thorns Yea but my
dilemma-debting vendetta Escaped briefly back to my apartment Parked in front the fan And reminesce about the day I ran a mile with your heart in my hand
at my peers is strapped From up north to the telly And all my peers caught in the belly Living life similar to bums sincere black [chorus] Another day
distillation I've got no room for a lie so verbose I'm looking out over my whole human family and I'm raising my glass in a toast here's to our last
youth can?t you feel life?s passing by am i dreaming? 25 hundred nights fighting for a freedom sign my spirit flies away from your heart to my
am the bald headed Muslim I am not Tippy Toe Soldier I am the bald headed Muslim [Verse 1:] In the year of our Lord, on the sixth day of the third month