100 lyrics for "Whoa-whoa-whoa"
This is life in color The sun bursts, clouds break Whoa oh oh oh And the darkest grays Well this is life in motion (motion) Well this is life in color (color) Today feels like no other (other) And just when I could run this race no more The sun bursts,
PlayFade into darkness And we won't fade into darkness No we won't fade into darkness Whoa (fade into darkness) Fade into darkness (whoa) There's always sky Rest your head
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
PlayWhen it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Runnin' through my weed, yeah One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to
PlayYou be goin' hard, you be goin' hard Other bitches, they be slackin', you be on your job Whoa, you be goin' hard, you be goin' hard You be goin' hard, you be goin' hard (uh, uh) Know me from the start, I'ma play my part I got no heart, I be goin' hard I
Play'Cause it's always the same And I'm always the same, whoa Such a swine, lips like wine but it don't matter to me Take a turn before I burn and it don't matter to me Like a snake awake and vague, it don't matter to me I can fuck or I can fight, it don't
PlayWelcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive Whoa, oh, oh I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
PlayDance, ooh ooh Whoa-oh, oh oh I know that I'm carrying on, never mind if I'm showing off I was just frontin' (you know I want ya babe) I'm ready to bet it all, unless you don't care at all But you know I want ya (you should stop frontin' babe) So then we
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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