slipped away She slipped away More than a feeling When I hear that old song they used to play I begin dreaming When I see my marianne walk away More than a feeling
Traduction: No Mercy. More Than A Feeling.
a bottle to share, The stars and the moon are in the tent I feel so high... I feel so high... I can touch the sky ! (Merci a lou pour cettes paroles
heart was pumping colder Shedding crocodile tears, man folks feeling this pain And left a stain in my brain so I'm cracking like a window pain On the edge having a
gave this life my all No more hooks, no more verses this is my final curtain call (Chorus: Bettye Sterling) After the rain, after the rain I still feel the pain, feel
a no-no Cause I got a 4-4, lay low please Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would never believe That's why a nigga trip a lil bit, with a razor blade
you gone do When all them niggas you've been capping on get to capping on you Would you cry like a bitch, run up in yourself like a man Or call on jesus
m quick to say a prayer Living my life on the corner with thugs selling my drugs known as a chiller But push my button watch your life cause I transform to a
motherfuckers broke like a king of jokes, mercy I know not of a feeling, but the thriller Of a killer gets my adrenaline rushing Never stopping, watching niggas dropping More
destiny's to die Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy Madder than a motherfucker, they never
If there's a problem I get to the roof Go head get your ass shot then q You talk too much boy I'll put ya on mute Even me would need more than a vest And more than
screams for mercy Highly unlikely Feel the almighty crash Alas hope all evaporates incinerate burns out and obliterates Keep the faith in more ways than
I am nothing I feel nothing Over and done Watch me come undone Numb, a feeling Without feeling No more pain No mercy remains Do you understand? Can you
I dreamt a monstrous dream Something came up Out of the sea Swept through the land of The rich and the free I look into the eyes Of my merciful friend
ready for the feast The Phantom of the Opera In a perfect image of a priest They're spoonfeeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then they'll
getting ready for the feast The Phantom of the Opera A perfect image of a priest They're spoonfeeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then they