Ray Wilson - Beach

Tekst :

Let s all go down to the beach
Breathe in the air, take in the sun

Lie there trying not to notice
What goes on around you
Buried and unseen

I know it wasn?t done on purpose
It rests beneath the surface
Hidden from your view

Let s all stroll into the sea
Washing away the memories

Try to stop yourself from drowning all the fears surrounding
Everyone you meet
They know
They don?t know I think so
Heaven waits an answer
Prayers are seldom heard

I know it wasn?t done on purpose
It rests beneath the surface
Hidden from your view
They know
They don?t know I think so
Heaven waits an answer
Prayers are seldom heard

Ray Wilson - Dark

Tekst :

Where were you when I needed you?
The fear that I would call out to despite
You

Lying staring at my feelings across some sacred crowd
An endless search for anger
This silence is too loud
Do I have no strength?

Oh Oh
There?s a long way to go
Oh Oh
A long way

From the black of night
My darkness fades to grey
Like the ramblings of a fool
There was nothing I could say

My spirit it was broken
My body it was weak
The truth comes from a liar, whose promises I keep
I promise to keep them

Oh Oh
There?s a long way to go
Oh Oh
There?s a long way

There?s a lonely place I fear, I can taste it it?s so near
I feel it surround me
I think that?s its here,
I think that it?s here,
I know that it?s here

Like an endless search for truth, nothing left to hold on to
Here alone it gets so dark, so dark
Oh Oh

She came to me like a hurricane crashing through the trees
Lifted me like a fires dancing embers in the night
My spirit it was broken my body it was weak
Do I have no strength?

Ray Wilson - Shoot the moon

Tekst :

It s you to blame again, it seems like anger is your only friend
And as the darkness falls in tonight
You watch the shadows crawl across the window to your door
It doesn t open anymore
Like some indictment on your life
You re never wrong, but never right
Do you know what you fear, does the morning make it clear
Does it make you feel better when you re walking away
Will anybody listen to a word
As you lie looking at the ceiling
It s that old sentimental feeling
Starting over again, starting over again
Just like travelling the wrong way on a one way street
You ll never be quite sure, whose promises you ll meet
Falling up the wrong road, falling up the wrong road
Do you know what you feel, does the morning make it clear
Does it make you feel better when you re walking away
Will anybody listen to a word
Soot the moon, shoot the moon
This must be part of someone else s plan
Someone show me the answer
Just take me off of this winding road, winding road
Shoot the moon, shoot the moon, shoot the moon,
Do you know what you feel
Will the morning make it clear
Does it make you feel better when you re walking away
Will anybody listen to a word

Inne utwory

Losowe utwory

Fire Proof?

[FTF]
Oh what you think you re fire proof in that studio booth
Like you can t burn forever teachin these children how to shoot
Behind closed doors, you worser then Adolf Hitler
But when it comes to the reala, you just a studio killa
Playin cap peela, just to fill your record sells
Not knowin...

Lightspeed

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Check it out let me take it to another level
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We make it better together
We take over the beat
And lift the quality of finnish hiphop for now and forever

A qui

A, à qui ?
Sourire encore si tu t en vas
A qui ?
A qui encore tendre les bras
Loin de toi c est l ennui
Prés de toi c est la vie
Je sais que tu es malheureux
Notre amour est...

Non crollo

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lascia che spinga rap in vena attraverso questa siringa
Ho preso un xtc anche se non so l’effetto
canto in pubblico e dai colpi metto in testa questo elmetto
e quando poi chiudo gli occhi mi immagino mille avvoltoi
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Mi casa

[intro]
new york and chi!
perfect combination,
kels, biggie

[r.kelly]
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[big verse 1]
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i keep em in flavors like timbos
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