100 lyrics for "I'm coming, I'm coming"

All day sucker for your love All day sucker cup for your love I'm an all day sucker Do something for your love Coming to give something to get nothin' Coming to give something but to get none of your love You're sorry for what went down the other day To
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Air, air, air, air, air, air Air-air-air-air-air-air-air-air You, you don't mean no harm But you're stringin' me along and I don't have the time to spare And I, I'm trying hard to breathe But you're suffocating me, this time I'm coming up for air Never
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Is it real, cause you're on live I'm a good son You're a good son When we were coming down they said it was too soon I never had to lie no no no no We were coming down, they left us all alone Way to nowhere, nowhere. I know you've been around I feel you
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I'm going to give you a coming-out party, at your house. It's perfect. You can't refuse. It's my gift to you. It's your fantasy. Fantasia, having a party is not my idea of a fantasy, especially right now. The party isn't the fantasy! I know what you'd
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Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw
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Tonight's the night It'll be alright Don't stop moving baby Oh don't stop moving baby I can feel the night time coming I can feel my resistance falling so low Don't you know baby you got it This hold on me But I love just what you're doing
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Freeway, cars and trucks Riding with Lady Luck And now the sun's coming up I'm riding with Lady Luck Well my time went so quickly I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55 As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy God knows, I was feeling alive I'm riding
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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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Don't cry, little Robin-Marie Goodbye, little Robin-Marie Don't try following me 'Cause you know I'm coming home soon My ships' leaving on a three-year tour The next tide will take us from shore Windlaced, gather in sail and spray On a search for the
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