Lyrics:
Good evening ladies gentlemen!
This is DJ Bryan speaking, all the way from South Korea.
Today, I’m gonna introduce a song ‘SPARKS!’ made by nerdina.
Performed by adam sandler, frank, and randi
Transcribed by a fan
"and now a cow at bat in the bottom of the 6th inning of a little league game
I know they say you can't go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma'am I know you don't know me from Adam
But these hand prints
me off my guard, why is this so hard?
I don't know what to do...
Bridge:
Maybe in a different time,
I would take your hand in mine,
but right now I
a bank roll pop, watching that thang go by
I was buggin' for real, I know time can't just heal what we feel
But we can figure it out
On my wrist it
it sound expensive
Do this shit for my kinsmen
How you wearing that kente
But still scared to give a loan to monte
Adam better off then andre
I hope
oh baby, I just need your tender lovin'
To keep me sane in this burnin' oven
When my time is up, be my rainbow
Like Adam's work on God's green
the mirror and I'm tapped in
I feel so alive
Once upon forever, find myself back in this motion picture
Get by selling soul cut and dry any place any time deal
lunch and
Never overlust the fun times
The pain puts the sugar in the punch
The rain makes the muscles erupt
Blinded by sunshine
I follow the waves that
rated and degraded mentally by fellas, see
Once upon a time in a schoolgirl's dream
We'd all come together to play hide and seek
Now post-naivety, it's
in the sink for the last time
(For the last time)
That morning
When you left the dirty
Dishes in the sink for the last time
Looking at the door
I know they say you can't go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma'am I know you don't know me from Adam
But these hand prints
STEP OFF, BITCH!
Someone's bound to get hurt when I put this fuckin' pen to work
Bodies drop by the first verse and gettin' buried by the third
I'll be
flavs, god.
Known for sendin' garbage mcs to the graveyard.
I pack a gat, not a slingshot;
Step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like rodney king got.
This gone be the realist shit I ever wrote remember all them
Moneyxo let get it, D XL
This gone be the realist shit I ever wrote
This gone be
huh
Time for lil momma to go up and bring the love
Lil momma bring the love
Clap your hands like this
Bob your head like this
Bob your head like this
Nor have We been
Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren
We have warned them
From time to time of attempts by their
Aye
Shawty I know you be hearing this and that
From here and there but,
Please trust and believe lil' momma
I see you gon' ride for me
So I'm a die
It was quiet and cold friday night
Angels reveal their ugliness
When demons can't be with adams's spawn
The sands of time was running out
Angel's
want you by my side
When I see you we go up every time
I mean everytime (everytime)
I guess I'm the only one that still believes in fairytales
Adam
A woman love a man now
This the kind of song make a woman love a man
A woman love a man
Adam and Eve and Clan
This the kind of song make a woman love
an attitude
The disco light's obscene
The crowd is sometimes rude
Welcome to Club XIII
Tonight we're gonna be entertained
By our favorite Foghat cover
proved wrong
By the time you hear this I bet that we've probably moved on
Found me some new love and wrote me some new songs
For women that think they know
you out yo habitat
A nigga violate
Then we hit him in his Adam's app
I be losing time with you
Baby girl shaped like that hourglass
In this life we get
.jpg/199px-20130710-ByanAdamsLucca-0019_(9273168286).jpg "Bryan Adams")
Discuss these this time by bryan adams Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In