O amor rima com dor Você foi e 'tá doendo E não sara nem fu-mando O timbre daquela voz Morava em meu ouvido Foi trocada pelo som da porta batendo na cara Na cara, bateu a porta na minha cara Só me resta encher a cara E beijar alguém

I live by my own law Who gon' pray for me? Take my pain for me? Save my soul for me? 'Cause I'm alone, you see If I'm gon' die for you If I'm gon' kill for you Then I'll spill this blood for you, hey

I trust you Don't ask, just do Your pass, want to? You get that (love with your touch pass) Baby, we know what it is I've been waiting all alone I ain't tryna play no games We can talk over the phone

Cold wind blowing over your private parts I know a lack you've got and it makes a strong case for art billboard breasts, they Don't have a face, I know that fact you've got, no girl could ever trace lionized, smoking just a little too violently I know

Glory, glory hallelujah His truth is marching on Look away, look away, look away Dixieland Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton Old times they are not forgotten Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, away, away In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie

Like I said you know I'm almost dead You know I'm almost gone And when the drummer drums He's gonna play my song To carry me along And when the boatman comes To ferry me away To where we all belong I said yeah

Ohé ! Ohé ! Ohé ! Ohé ! Matelot, Matelot navigue sur les flots Il était un petit navire (bis) Qui n'avait ja- ja- jamais navigué (bis) Il partit pour un long voyage (bis) Sur la mer Mé- Mé- Méditerranée (bis) Au bout de cinq à six semaines,

I don't like this livin', I love it Sweet magnolia blue sky up above it I don't call Corolina just a place I visit I call Carolina home I don't like drinking beer, I love it On the back porch swinging with my honey So you better get to lovin' this living

You'se a shooter then shoot, nigga, I'm doin' my thang If you seen a, my nina, you seen it go bang Just like they do in your hood, they do it in mines, mayne I put a hole in a nigga, I ain't motherfuckin' playin' Yeah, oh, yeah What the fuck you lookin'

Tidal waves don't beg forgiveness Crashed and on their way Father he enjoyed collisions; others walked away A snowflake falls in may. And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out 'Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow Goodbye for