100 lyrics for "Down and out"
I wonder, shall you be saved Climbing up back woods with palms quaking and thundering Out out out way way out south land I need you sunshine this rains a poured Cry down and out film reflecting that reflection Send me a car these feet can't take it no
PlayI'll play the blues for you If you're down and out and you feel real hurt Come on over to the place where I live And all your loneliness I'll try to soothe Don't be afraid come on in You might run across some of your old friends All your loneliness I
PlayI’ve come undone I think I’ll kill everyone My, what have I done? Fuck it let’s kill everyone Don’t even try to take this weapon from me I like you more and more the lesser you breathe Imma take you all down Imma take you all out I'm sayin' fuck the
PlayI hate and slide To let out what's inside Cause I will panic Sometimes I wish you'd die Full of sorrow And all this hate is bottled up inside I'll take this time Give me some courage Beating me down the (?) sometime
PlayWhen the stars come out And one of those LA nights Oh, the stars come out and shine And they burn so bright They drown the downtown lights Oh, when the stars come out I was looking for a change of scene You were looking at a magazine It was red carpets
PlayRaining, all over the world There's gonna be a showdown And it's raining, all over the world Tonight, the longest night Raining, raining She cried to the Southern wind About a love that was sure to end Every dream in her heart was gone Heading for a
PlayLike sweat dripping down our dirty laundry No, no chance That I'm leaving here without you on me Yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin' 'Cause I want you bad Yeah, I want you, baby Slow, slow hands
PlayYour tail lights fading in to the night Screaming your name In the pouring down rain Watching you leave us behind So I don't go out on the town All the whiskey I had I poured out And that's where I go when I drink Standing at the end of the drive My
PlayAnd the earth begins to shake A cacophony of roaring Anxiety growing Cheers to leaving this mortal life behind Sweat begins its downpour A riot we stand for The blackout foreshadows the chaos So raise your voices with me
PlayMoney in your palm don't make you real Pistol in your hand don't make you real Niggas been countin' me out I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how
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