vielleicht bin ich geblendet vom licht. doch ich vertrau euch einfach nicht. guck ich denk jetzt nur noch an mich. . vielleicht bin ich geblendet vom licht.
(Mike Skinner). Seriously man,. Like, you know when you got a good girl,. Or you know when she means something to you, & you've got like, a name.. . (Leo The Lion).
So you hate me if I'm open. But you love me when I'm closed. I used to be outspoken. Only on the phone. . Used to keep my letters. Underneath your bed.
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Oi oi oi Lee Satchell you bastard. Stop trying to shag the birds and fight the geezers. Mine's a Kronenberg mate. The streets. . Who gots the funk?. Geezers, geezers, geezers.
It's who dares wins in the city. Sit pretty. Locked on not tripoli. Get dressed for the party. As I spit simile after simile. . Got the latest Nikes on my feet.
Ah, see, right see the thing. That's got it all fucked up now is camera phones. How the hell am I supposed to be able to do a line. In front of complete strangers.
I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin'. Starin' straight and not blinkin'. He's not givin' anythin' away. What is he thinkin'?. . I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin'.
Turn left up the street. Nothing but gray concrete and dead beats. Grab something to eat, Maccy D's or KFC. Only one choice in the city. Done voice in my pity, now let's get to the nitty gritty.
Saying I love you forever, won't hold us together. A dove and a feather won't better our love or recover us ever. But I don't know if I missed you. Or if I'm blowing this tissue because I only miss you.
I dream that one day I'll have a child. And that child will say to me "Dad, what was war?". But it's not going to happen. . It's a war of the sexes, never get it bled.
Two nations divided by a common language. And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing. But the difference is language and just the bits you got wrong.
That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away. 'Cause they're sensing what I say I'm 45th generation Roman. But I don't know 'em or care when I'm spitting.
I used to love the night and now I dread my bed. Using all the light is how my head got spent. Torturous virus talk to my eyelids, walk in my size nines.
Trust me. . Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and mesh?. Or is the progress of process that's a natural people quest?. Metal and the workings, dark and lurking in my mind.
Smell of good earthy herbs makes my nerves shudder. But where were you that cold December. Cos we were in the grasshopper spending guilders. Central station, charged up like Scarface.
There's those that don't know. Those that don't know that they don't know. There's those that don't know. Those that don't know that they don't know. .
Everybody do the dodo. Everybody do the dodo. Everybody do the dodo. Everybody do the dodo. Everybody do the dodo. Everybody do. Everyone's gotta do the dodo.
One of the first things about you I did see. Is that you verse your views quietly. When nature verses truths I get violent feelings. But softly time will reply that's wise.
Til the very end. We'll be just as friends. I've known you better. You've seen my worst. So let's invent worse. . When a good night flounders and it's over.