100 lyrics for "(I'm his, I'm his, I'm his, I'm his, I'm his)"

Take it out on me And put your lips on mine Let me take his his wrong And make it right this time Yeah, you can just come over You ain't gotta call You always got a shoulder anytime it all goes bad When you're 'bout to break When you're mad as hell
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Cry 'cause I'm I'm here to wipe your eyes I'm I'm here to wipe your eyes Tonight before you fall asleep I run my thumb across your cheek (across your cheek) I know I made you feel this way You gotta breathe, we'll be okay (be okay) Hey you, come over and let me
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Don't fuck with my love I don't wanna know that, babe That heart is so cold All over my home I told her she knows Take aim and reload I met this girl late last year She said, "Don't you worry if I disappear" I told her, "I'm I'm not really looking for
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You can't get enough You think that all your time is used Too busy earnin' Just busy earnin' This busy earnin' So you come a long way But you'll never have me Never have things for a normal life It's time, too busy earnin'
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Oh yeah, woo hoo Back and forth between the desert and the sea Who I was and I will always be Too bad, woo hoo So sad, woo hoo Got something trapped inside Take me out of this state I'm I'm in Go somewhere I've never been Still alive, where's that paradise?
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Thank you god for this fine day Bless all the children of the world And thank you for the plants And the animals Bring me sweet dreams tonight And help me be good tomorroe Noah's came to my house one day With all his his animals And he took me away
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I go down to the honkytonk I might not end up in the Hall of Fame With a star on the sidewalk with my name Or a statue in my hometown when I'm I'm gone Nobody gonna name their babies after me I might not go down in history But I'll go down to the honkytonk
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The sun goes down He takes the day, but I'm I'm grown And in your way He walks away My tears dry on their own In this blue shade So we are history Your shadow covers me The sky above ablaze
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Shady, Aftermath, The Dream Team We gotta get the get well cards Niggas is sick, feel this Motion picture shit Now don't think I won't hit ya 'cause I'm I'm popular I got a P90 Reuger to pop at ya Catch ya slippin' I'm I'm a give ya what I got for ya My clip
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