19 lyrics for "And it's killing me"

Just don’t leave Don’t leave I’ll drown my beliefs To have your babies I’ll dress like your niece And wash your swollen feet I’m not living I’m just killing time Your tiny hands
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Let 'er rip, let it fly So if you're gonna say goodbye, don't take all day and night Come on baby, say it, do you think I'm gonna cry I ain't about to bawl, and I ain't gonna die I can tell there's something you don't wanna tell me It's killing you
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There's a hole in my soul Take a walk outside your mind Take a look and you will find That's been killing me forever It's a place where a garden never grows Yeah, I should have known better 'Cause your love's like a thorn without a rose Is it over?
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Fuck is you talking 'bout? Bitch you offending me I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me Fuck 'round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin' I usually don't bet
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I gotta make you see You tell me that you're leaving And I'm trying to understand I had myself believing I could take it like a man But if you gotta go, then you gotta know That it's killing me And all the things I never seem to show Girl it's been so
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Fly, fighting fair Brothers, heroes, foes Killing machine, thunder in the sky B-17, flying home Killing machine Said goodbye to the cross he deserved It's the code of the air From down below one enemy’s spotted So hurry up, rearm and refuel
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By the skin of our teeth, now it's killing time Walking stiff let me tall ya' Better left for dead And now we are on a mission Well it's full speed ahead My legion's when we do the crime Let's get one thing straight To get there early is on time And
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Yeah, and you don't stop (Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop) Tonight's the night I get in some shit (yeah) Deep Cover on the incognito tip Killing motherfuckers if I have to, peeling caps too Cause you niggas know I'm coming at you I guess that's part
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Just don't leave Don't leave I'll drown my beliefs To have you be in peace I'll dress like your niece And wash your swollen feet I'm not living, I'm just killing time Your tiny hands
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