Lyrics:
You
To be with You
Chorus:
C C/B G
Sing to God all ye lands
Em D
C C/B G
Sing to God for the Lord will save
D
C C/B G
Sing to God all ye lands
Em D
wake up with the day
C G D
cnd rise in fire to the sun
D C
The eldest burns in red and gold
G C D
The second shines orange in the dawn
D G
I am
A MACUMBA NÃO SAI DE MIM - LIVIA TIGRE
Tom: G
G C
Tentei sair do rezo
D G
Mas o rezo nao sai de mim
G
Chorus 2x
G
Rise up
C
Rise up
G
Our Lord, our savior
D
Defeated the grave
Em
Rise up
C
We Rise up
G D G
He has risen today
Verse 1:
Noviembre
Intro C E7 Am G
C G C Dm F G
Me llevás sobre tus hombros a otra ciudad
F G E Am F
distante y cercana, no conocía el mar
G F G
cambiar mi
a sua amada, ele se desencantou.
Veio o outono, e a peixinha não chegou,
G7 C
Ele triste
Livre
G Em C Am
O NOSSO AMOR PODE CHEGAR A ALCANÇAR O CÉU
VAMOS VIAJAR NUM BARCO DE PAPEL
DESCE UMA TEQUILA, DUAS PODE SER
UMA PRA MIM E OUTRA
G
Café sem pão
Am
Queijo sem goiabada
D7 G
Samba sem percussão
G7 C C#m
M.A.G.I.C – Barras puras (Letras)
Estrofe:
Vergonha pro Rap (Rap)
Os vossos lixos que chamam de track ham
Todos iludidos dizem ser best ham (Yha)
Só
Revelando arte, fixando poses
F7M G7 C7M
Na praia, no bar, no violão
Am7 Gsus Dm7
Fueron importantes y están conmigo
CORO: F7/C/F7/C/G/C/G/C
Un gato negro en la ventana
Observa fijamente
Solo quiere entrar y recibir algo de calor
Un gato
See I need my peace
Like L O G I C
Still fuck with the Rattpack
Hope he come back, please
Jump on the track when Little Bobby can rap heat
So I
Ya woman crush Wednesday my T-B-T
Had her goin crazy at the B-N-B
My niggas made bands off the T-H-C
Get ya weight up nigga G-N-C
All eyez on me like
the boat she gone suck and she swallow
If he try to run up he gone catch a hollow
I just left the G's ima see em tomorrow
When they take a soul I ain’t
Me and hui we locked in aint taking bout no rap shit
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ถ้า See us
It's like magic
It's like magic yea
It's like magic
It's like magic yea
It's like magic
It's like magic yea
It's like magic
It's like magic yea
M A G I C
What I see, nigga you don't see
Nigga what I mean, nigga move from me
Stay with my team, nigga don't you see
Got a couple G's, nigga 3 times G's
What
Damn right damn right (damn right)
I change ya life
Keep it g we keep it g (we keep it g)
Baby C'est la vie
Real nigga like me need a real chick
Boss
faktúru priprav si love na podpis
Je to za čas a za roky skúsenosti moj čas
Vy robíte kokota za každý cent vy socky asociál
Ja som G.U.C.C.I. nedá sa
Onny le g c'est la frappe, frappe (Ok)
Que des démons dans l'appart, 'part (J'y vais)
Les doigts pleins d'sang j'ai les cartes en main
Sur la lune
let these niggas come steal All yo feins
No lebron yo bitch call me the King
I'm the young nigga gone let shit Ring
G3c and this bitch came wit a Beam
What more do you want from me?
Fake love yeah is guaranteed
Rollin with the g
What I see yeah it's up to me
What more do you want from me?
Fake love
you walk past
I got a tickle in my belly
You make me feel
Good
You make me feel
Good
M-A-G-I-C
It's magic, it's magic
It's magic
It's magic
It's magic
Take control on me
I know that they watching tryna hold on to me they lying (Money, cars, bitches)
Baby Imma G you can see
Don't come up to me you
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