100 lyrics for "Who I want to be"
I don't want to be here anymore I know there's nothing left worth staying for Your paradise is something I've endured, whoa whoa I'm listening with one foot out the door See I don't think I can fight this anymore And I don't want to be here anymore But
PlayAs far as I'm concerned So wipe that dirty smile off We won't be making up I've cried my heart out And now I've had enough of love Who wants to be right as rain 'Cause when hard work don't pay off And I'm tired there ain't no room in my bed It's better
PlayI should have cheated, cheated, cheated I should have cheated on you I was everything you wanted and more Nobody told me I was dating a whore I'm talking about you All that time, I was hypnotized While you uh, behind my back Now my mind keeps me up all
PlayAm I the only one who wants to have fun tonight? Is there anybody out there who wants to have a cold beer Kick it to the morning light If I have to raise hell all by myself I will but y'all, that ain't right It's time to get it on Well it was Friday in
PlaySo dry your weeping eyes I will never leave, no I don't never want to hear you say that again Baby I'm not going nowhere Look at me, you understand me? Now, what gave you the silly idea that I'm about to leave Girl who you been listening to? They must be
PlayDo what you wanna do Who to sock it to I can't tell you It's your thing (It's your thing) And if you want me to love you, maybe I will I need you woman, it ain't no big deal You need lovin' just as bad as I do, now Make's me no difference now, who you
PlaySo far from who I was From who I love From who I want to be So far from all our dreams From all it means From you here next to me So far from seeing home I stand out here alone Am I asking for too much?
PlayWhat we doing? Where ya at? I've been drinking, it's lit as fuck Who you with? What ya want? I told her where it's at? Where it's at? Where it's at? Where it's at? She fine and got ass and tits Pre rolls, no blunts Hop in my whip That bitch go fast as
PlayVanishes in thin air The vanity of slaves Who wants to be there? To sweep the debris To harness dead horses To ride in the sun A life of confessions Written in the dust Lazy flies all hovering above The magistrate he puts on his gloves
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