Rock star, rock star, I am such an art star. Shut down the critics, I drive such a fast car. Justify and get left behind. First gear, second gear, third gear, it's alright.
VERSE:. I used to hang out, every night. With my friends in the same old bar. So many times I looked for attention. But everything changed when you walked in the room.
Sebastiastan. . Hold your time in front of me, old lights you got no sympathy, your. testimony's gotta be something that I can unwind. . Guarding all these ugly ties, your stretched out faithless alibies,.
No more short jokes. No more "you're weak.". Take you inside, fuck you up.. The way I deal with this pain, take you in digital, take you inside fuck you up..
She lies awake, 'cause she can't sleep next to me. I think she's looking for a way out. I can hear you calling, calling. I will come while you sing over me, over me.
I can beat this make it smaller make it smaller. I can forget just as easy as anyone, fuckin' anyone. . If we get caught, gonna tell 'em it was all your fault.
It could be simple. It could be simple. . You shut your eyes so tight to slow down time. Days and states go by and it keeps on. . It could be simple but I can't even see the end.
{Bone Baby}. Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha, Ha Ha Bone Baby.. . {Beezy}. Yeah man, Reckless Ink.. . {Famous}. Famous.. . {Hollywood}. Hollywood.. . {Beezy}. Ya Boy Beezy. Shout out to Maurice..
I can make a perfect picture from a voice. Her serenity oozed into my ear. It didn't take long for her to know me, and I knew it felt good. "Pick me up and use me, pick me up and use me".
(Oh my god, I love this song. This is my jam! Where is the peanut butter?). . 2pm, getting out of my bed. Tryin to get Friday out of my head. It's all so hazy, got a little too crazy.
From the manger to the morgue. Strangers are born and reborn. Giving birth to the wages of sin. And claiming it came from within, within. . Within me there's a gaping hole.
You don't know what it's been like. Meeting someone like you. You don't know what it's been like. Meeting someone like you. . You look like Jesus on a aeroplane.
Hook line and sinker. Your smoke and mirrors. I'll never take the bait. I'll never fallvfor those. Formats and figures. Your greedy fingers. Won't ever get their hands on me.
words fail her. why bother trying to pass off your offense as a good defense? he says,. "please don't treat me like a lawyer sweetie. . . . . .. there will be time for shouting matches.".
Sweet little Jesus Boy. Made You be born in a manger. Sweet little Holy Child. We didn't know who You were. . Sweet little Jesus Boy. Made You be born in a manger.
Written By Rebecca St. James and Reggie Hamm. . There is a time for healing. There's a time for all purposes under the sun. There's a time for laughter.
Speak to me Lord for Your child is here listening. Speak to me Lord for Your child is here waiting on You. Speak to me Lord for Your child is here listening.
Jesus, King of my heart. Father, my peace and my light. Spirit, the joy of my soul You are. . Jesus, to You none compare. Father, I rest in Your care.
Sleep in Heavenly peace. Sleep in Heavenly peace. . Christ, the Savior is born. Christ, the Savior is born. . Silent night holy night. Son of God love's pure light.
By Bob Farrell & Eddie DeGarmo. . Side by side by side by side. Walking together is the way it should be. Side by side by side by side. When you're needing somebody.