I don't wanna hang on a string I don't wanna wait for you to ring tell me I can't read your mind don't keep me waiting keep me calling keep me hanging
Detach your head from your body. Spill the interior onto the floor. Watch as all the rummaging children beg for something more. And everyones appalled
Eh yo, welcome to my world, please listen HEY! [Chorus:] Poison in my veins, inside I'm torturing my brains, And still I try, aiaiai Voices in my head
I got a new apartment It's as safe as Central Park And if they ever mug me When I'm walking in the dark Will you know Don't hang up Don't hang up Rolled
tutt chell c'a' voce po' essere! Strofa 4 (Casti): E chest e chell ca a voc po esser, e je ric no, e sentiment n'e puo perder. E a voce mi, me sent
Refrain Oumou Sangara Mali de nou mbe ka wily Mali te djama nalagoloye Mali de nou be ka bo Mali te djama nalagoloye Moko mounoumbe Mali de nou da
know. If you want to go far, well, set yourself a goal, and just hang on, just hang on. And if you do this my son, your gonna make it someday, Just hang
's your voice I hear drivin' me wild Whispering in my ear It's your voice I hear dangerous child You're sayin' what I wanna hear It's your voice It's your voice
ya, Do ya pants hang low? (yeah dats my shorty) Do ya, Do ya pants hang low?(girl, u da finest thang on da block) Do ya, Do ya pants hang low? Well how
how i'm gonna make it out destiny to victory you gotta run before you crawl you must rise above it listen up to our life all your dreams are misgueided hang
voice Breaking through the silence One voice given to remind us One voice nothin more and nothin less Than a voice calling out A voice in the wilderness REPEAT CHORUS One voice
words of life I hear His voice Every time I hear a newborn baby cry When I hear the sparrow singing At the dawn of morning light I hear His voice When
of life CHORUS I hear His voice Every time I hear a newborn baby cry When I hear the sparrow singing At the dawn of morning light I hear His voice When
diamond white versus charcoal black a thousand faceless souls worth less than one soulless face this is our daily standard and it makes me sick to my
All through the scandal of the small town scene I always handle <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> you like to think
Here I sit in idle envy T.V. show still holds me in thin steel creases my (??) begging to begin And then it hits me and then I see, then I see today
(Make it funky like this) I was at this club minding my tea I saw this fine young thing so I thought that I would see I don't smoke but I asked her
Word up, I'm talkin to you i'm makin dope rhymes, thats what I do like a madman, you know its bad, man I slam, a good goddamn Well I've been burned