91 lyrics for "Can I Scream"
But I can't keep cool about it,about it It's only you (Who) Loves me like you do (Do) Tryna keep it cool (Cool) Acting like a fool (Fool) Wanna scream it from the roof (Roof) I'm tryna keep it cool (Cool) You said it's all yours if you take it there I
PlayDead to the world, I see only black, there's blood on my hands Dead to the world, I see only black, the blood of the dead I remember her screams The night she died Hollow inside I wrapped my hands around her neck Squeezing out her breath Eyes rolled back
PlayTear me open, I believe God will set you up to bleed And no one can deceive What is meant to be And bloody murder we will scream God will set you up to tear me open I'm not quite myself these days Guess we all come undone Time to time, in different ways
PlayIf I let it out I don't know what I'll do There's a creature inside of you too So I shut it out, I bottle up, I hide it from the world I can't hold back The creature wants me screaming, screaming I'm living a lie, there's a creature hiding inside of me
PlayAirplanes cut through the clouds Like angels can fly, we'll never die Sirens cut through the night Like screams that are fire, rising up high Like I've something to prove, nothing to lose In this city, in this city oh Most of my life
PlayZoo Lion sobers up and starts to scream and shout A little dose of home-fire got him all smoothed out The Golden Rim Motor Inn Soft water and a color TV So consumed with the shape I'm in Can't enjoy the luxury Melancholy wine-soaked tenderness She hated
PlaySometimes I can't believe it I'm movin' past the feeling I'm movin' past the feeling again Meant nothin' at all We're still screamin' In the suburbs I I learned to drive And you told me we'd never survive Grab your mother's keys we're leavin'
PlayCool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking Cigaro, cigaro, cigar With a feeling so pure My cock is much bigger than yours My cock can walk right through the door It's got you screaming back for more We're the regulators that deregulate We're the
PlayI don't know, where to go, what's the right team I want my own dream, so bad I'm gonna scream I want my own thing, so bad I'm gonna scream I can't choose, so confused, what's it all mean The day a door is closed The echoes fill your soul They won't say
Play(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk) The funk baby So you wanna be hardcore With your hat to the back, talkin' 'bout the gats in your raps But I can't feel that hardcore appeal That you're screamin', maybe I'm dreamin' This ain't Christopher
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