100 lyrics for "Whoa, whoa, whoa"
Won't let you cloud my mind And I was like I said oh-oh-oh Won't look back on my mind Won't let bad out my shine All my days, I was crying All my lows, all my highs
PlayWho Knows (Live; Pass The Jar - Zac Brown Band and Friends Live from the Fabulous Fox Theatre In Atlanta)
Zac Brown Band
Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows Forty days, forty nights What the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more Which way the wind is blowing And when we look back on these things We won't cry no more
Play(Yeah, I'm free, yeah, I'm free, yeah) But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free See, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me I don’t do yoga, never tried Pilates Not many people want me at their parties Tryna find my place, some place,
PlayOh-ooh-whoa-ooh-oh-oh If you wanna party, put your hands up Don't play me just kiss me Put your hands up put your hands up Tonight I'll say Put your hands up And I swore that I would never say I miss you more every day
PlayBaby, thinking of you keeps me up all night You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep I'm so excited, I'm in too deep Whoa oh oh, crazy, but it feels alright Baby, I'm so into you You got that something, what can I do? Baby, you spin me around, oh
PlayNever listen, you never listen I scream your name, it always stays the same I scream and shout So what I'm gonna do now is freak the freak out, hey Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh oh I'm so sick of it, your attention deficit Easy come,
PlayWell I'm a lover not a fighter So I kiss that girl and say goodbye now 'Cause I came for kicks not for arguments No whoa oh oh 'Cause I'm a lover not a fighter Leave a message after the beep Somebody fill in the gaps, somebody fill in the dots I feel
Play(Just to love) was my great sin, whoa Why must I cry These tears from mine eyes These tears from mine eyes Making believe you love me only Why must I carry 'Cause only my heart feels the pain Feels the pain Why must I trod
PlayChild, mama (whoa oh oh oh oh) I'm a grown-ass man child, baby (whoa oh oh oh oh) I'm Peter Pan with a Cuban in my hand I'm a grown-ass man child, mama (whoa oh oh oh oh) I crush brunch like a mother, hold the bread like a hustler Wife was the light of
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