yet No torcida Boom ready to fight Let let me see ya?ll Fu vero amore a prima vista La mia prima conquista La mia prima emozione come artista Un esibizione
, la mia ricchezza E non avevo niente di piu Con la speranza, La voglia di vivere Toccavo cieli piu alti di me. Ore passate alla finestra sperando Che
[Intro] N-gga I ain't f-cking around, SMS, get the message, get the message! SMS, get the message! [50 Cent - Verse 1] I go hard full time, duck when
I open my eyes I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light I can't remember how, I can't remember why I'm lying here tonight And I can't stand the
She'll study while you fidget and you squirm Recite the final lesson of the final summer term But no amount of lessons could have made you learn If you
The first time you see her No bolt from the blue Just something so quiet That's waiting for you With no one to tell you Where you've got to go The first
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Can we run that again, is that a woman's voice I hear? I said, let's wait and see, I'll see for myself That's a phrase I repeat to myself Made a reference
The first step down is the longest on your way down the ladder of disgrace Take the cap from the top of the bottle Just one drink then put it down that
written by Doug Crider, Verlon Thompson The lights were hot and the beer was not And the band was playin' loud The house was full But her eyes pulled
When I was young I had a blast, boy The ways of the past, they're cool They're fun, they're good But I wonder will it last I don't know, I don't think
Footsteps marching and the soft angel voices Singing to the sound of hundreds and thousands of lives All muted by a wave of the ocean's fury Footsteps
The first step of love Is when you make it seem real Oh, don't you fake it, anymore I really can't take it, that's for sure You're not to blame You're
There must be a way To feel like I used to feel before Before it all went wrong Before I thought that love Could never be Before I felt your body Next
Sister, dearest, pray you draw near And I'll whisper these few final thoughts in your ear They may be my last, for my vision grows dim And my breath comes
Words They twist and turn in me They rip and burn in me But a poet dies when he wants to live, Chooses to be free I couldn't be in worse condition I
your memories You can never retrace the years You'll cry but no one hears 'Cause time don't pass by here You'll cry but no one hears 'Cause time don't pass
