Watch her stumble as she falls away. Tried to search for something to say. Lost for words, but I kept in touch. Never thought I would bleed so much.. Knew that changes were in the air.
Well they say we're depressed hungover and stressed. And all that we do is sanctioned by you. And the meaning of life. Is to breed and survive. And so we should strive for this.
Ravage me. Don't connect me. Ravage me. Just don't talk. Ravage me. We are not alone. Ravage me. Ra-ra-ravage me. . Lover night. But not until you're deep inside.
I hear the wind from the South,. he talks of whispers I know,. I'm lost in this warmer dream,. and then you appear like a ghost.. . Illusions in the desert, an Eden,.
Verse 1:. On her desk she labors with scissors and paper,. Creating a world, a cardboard material girl,. And she paints a smile, she paints a smile,. .
I still remember lying on the floor. I still remember trying figure this all out. My body bruised, you slammin' down the door. So many questions, running through my head.
I still remember lying on the floor. I still remember trying figure this all out. My body bruised with no one left to call. So many questions, running through my head.
Would you know my name if I wrote you a letter?. Would you recognize my face if I send you a picture?. All the memories of me locked away inside your mind.
Oi Mr. Mention. Ask yuhself this question. Unno say unno a don man. An a unno run the program, the program. But. . Have yuh ever stop to think wha mek a gal cheat.
A listen, man tan, yeah. A so the whole a dem tan. Better we 'low dem. And mek dem galang. . Saturday night was our anniversary. So I made something special for my man and me.
Verse 1. . I'm tired of the hunger I see on people's faces. Tired of the animosity between the races. Tired of corruption in high and low places. And pricks with money but no social graces.
Oh, what a day, oh. Oh, what a day, oh. Day, what a day, what a day, oh, oh. . I'm tired of the hunger I see on people's faces. Tired of the animosity between the races.
Ladies and gentlemen, I want to invite you on a journey. I sincerely hope you are in a mood to travel right now. 'Cause we're going back in time. Are you ready?.
Tomorrow I'm gonna wake up. Wondering why the hell I did this. Tomorrow I'm gonna make up. Stories 'bout how somebody spiked my drink. . Tomorrow when the rumors fly.
Mi say, sometimes we say so much. That all the words just lose their touch. And what we mean to say never gets in anyway. Before we go too far, before I lose myself.
You know. I can still remember when it was just me and you. suddenly it turn you and your crew. forget everything bout your boo. . I wish you woulda treat me like ya glock.
Well, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride. I'd get past my pride, you'd be by my side. I wouldn't be holding on to memories. I wouldn't need them, you'd be here with me.
Intro (spoken):. The people dem seh dem a talk. and nobody nah listen all along. So dem want me to put it. In the form of a song. Cause is like seh, oonu betray we trust.
Tanya Stephens - Spilled Milk. When you left me in a fever ah shovel yoh shit. Ah never know you woulda be back ah grovel like dis. It take me so long fi get over now me finally can boast.
Any people who don't spend enuff to provide for the poor. You won't be able to spend enuff to protect the rich. Think poverty a poor people problem?. Think again how much people problem.