Lyrics:
Confess- you're released
You know- what I mean
Can't stop this strangulation alone
[Chorus]
Wait for chaos, wait for the welfare at this point of no
Your girlfriends point at me and stare
Call my name
The carwash kid
Come and make me change so I come back again
I wanna sack
The girl in
I'm far past the point of return tonight.
And there's no lesson here to be learned,
Except to never fall in love again.
Are you listening?
Am I
fall,
further away from myself
It's plane to see
what you mean to me
No gravity that
can bring you down again
Pressure point Raising hell
No turning back,
That there's ever been
The quiver starts, Its up the tube
Oh, shit a magazine!
Things ain't much fun from a
Sperm's point of view
Afraid there'll be no
Monkey see monkey do monkey's got no
Point of view captain points
And he points too clever monkey! Monkey's
Got to know his place
No future in
with your knife-point blade
I know you want to fuck me
But I'm already made
The crush is the silence
As you lay me down to sleep
Are you full
a man in a cubby hole dying to get rich
Woman in a motel room with a seven year itch
Looking for a feeling
Looking for a feeling
Now who can point
It don't take no fool to love you
You stand out in any crowd
And I know men who want to own you
I can hear them talking loud
There ain't no point
Just past Friar's Point, over where the crossroads lay
Just past Friar's Point, over where the crossroads lay
I was walking by the cotton fields,
sans cesse aveuglé?
Vous ne mettez pas vos points sur mes I
Je suis en manque d'à priori
Vous ne me dites ni non ni oui
Ni rien de tout ce qui
keep bad company 'cause them people pay dividends
What's the point of bein' rich when your family ain't?
It's like flyin' first class on a crashin'
of the line
The dismay in the face, it's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
A drip, a drop, the end of the tale
A truckload of bricks
ah
Who should I rest blame upon when all of the signs are
Brightly drawn and point back to your open arms? (Point back to your open arms)
Back too
there
Behind shielded entry points, to another being
Just within their learnt performance
Bowing in ovation, they then
Give to you their mirror
the end my dear?
So don't crash into everything
To make your point
Let's get, get out of the way of us
I woke the lion
You woke the tiger
Inside,
on his ass
I say murder, we gon' the blow the curb up
I'm talkin' to the point where they can't even serve nothin'
I say they all deceased whenever
my niggas in the joint
Whole clip full with hollow points
Hope you niggas get the point (yeah, yeah)
Smoking on loud, they smell the noise
Patek
untangle (I can't untangle)
What I know and what should matter most
I can't close an eye, I can't close an eyelid
Now there's just no point, in reaching
sur la ville il fait trop chaud
Et, pour ne point entendre son chant,
Les hommes ferment les carreaux
Comme une porte entre morts et vivants
Ainsi
literally, there is no money that record labels can offer us no more, it's dead
It's just, there's no point
I've achieved tings I was dreamin' of
Step
cause
But that's not the point my friends
When the money keeps rolling in you don't ask how
Think of all the people guaranteed a good time now
Eva's
the end my dear?
So don't crash into everything
To make your point
Let's get, get out of the way of us
I woke the lion
You woke the tiger
Inside,
love songs
With a common refrain like this one here
The point your song here misses
Is that if you really loved me
You'd risk more than a few 50
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