Lyrics:
Yeah, I'm fucked up, please pardon my mouth You not fucked up, get the fuck up out
My house Smoke up in the air, I'm the one that made
The clouds I
are all the same
They have you, then they leave
Drinking goes down easy when you're feeling used
The midnight air was cool
Gleaming skyline
Like it's
something evil in the air again
Woah, I'm just a kid from America
Man, I swear I'm just a kid from America
Man, I swear I'm just a kid from America
Skeletons
Lets go somewhere and get offa tha map/
Feel the breeze, it's in the air, it's time to relax/
Kick up ya feet, let down ya hair, let go of ya
of rebirth, a second chance.
The air is filled with the scent of new beginnings, a symphony of life, no longer hidden. Trees sway to the rhythm of the breeze,
moments I have missed
Mentioned and unnamed
Paint the pictures your own shade
Mindful of sky break
Cold air cuts the silence
As winter stakes its claim
breathe the air
And we'll shout and cheer
When the grey fog clears
I'll be in the meadow
Nightmares disappear
Into the morn
We go
With loving heart
the nights
Melodias soaring, taking flights
Hands in the air, bodies moving as one
Lost in the music, and the party's just begun
Dance, dance, dance
Doutrinado
Chego de air max no baile
Olhares ao redor
voltados pros cria
Camisas com logos
Números e vulgos
Chamando atenção dessas mina
the morning air again.
So far away...
Yet, he was proud, so proud to be the loneliest guy on Earth.
He had no reasons to leave.
He had no reasons to scroll his
on the tightest thing that you own.
Look good, so when you come back tonight, you won’t be alone.
Walk into the club and the sweat in the air hits you in the face.
l'enfer que dieu m'épargne
Andale Andale méchant t'en a pas l'air tu joue le Tony tu gagne même pas un salaire fais moi l'ancien si je te croise gros je
breathing celebrity air
Being rich and famous
Always chasing after fortune
Money won't buy happiness
(Well yeah that's true but)
Poverty never bought
terço a minha ambição
Refrão: Capone Gang Bege
Fresh tipo air
Duro Sarrissari
Tipo Alcapone
Um xé...
Olha mo bazzy mo nengue 2x
É o Capone Bege
Virei
the feeling that's right
Then throw your hands in the air & wave them side to side
I'm just rolling through the city baby
Call me papi acting cocky in a new
to you
Feels like a movie scene
With a kiss on the cheek
And a wave in the air,
And then we start to drive,
And my heart fills with butterflies
I thought
This January air
Grips the end of the decade
My heart’s in a haze
And aches for a different life
When I escaped you
I never erased you
I didn’t
and soulful, our music fills the air (oh-yeah)
From the roots of bluegrass to the crossroads we share (we share)
Technicality and depth, in every note we play
На мне Air Force цвета, как мой торс
Они все смеялись, но я утер им нос
Скинул всех ненужных дам
Что-то хочешь? Делай сам
Я подниму паруса
Потом поют
New York (uh)
One hand in the air for the big city (uh)
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (uh)
No place in the world that could
a must, niggas dyin' for air
Got us all charged up, y'all better give him the chair (yeah)
They got a license to kill, is you ready to die? (Die)
a cloud of smoke in the air
Now I'm breathing like I'm running cause you're taking me there
Don't you know you spin me out of control
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
mercy, mercy on my heart?
Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart?
Consuming all the air inside my lungs
Ripping all the skin from off my bones
of the ladder, ain't see no silver platter
Fiction don't even matter, we don't act for the cameras
Guess they used to the ego havin' head in the air
Hollywood
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