12 lyrics for "Grab my hand and"
(fuck wit' the lights, fuck wit' the, wit' the lights on) Have you lost your mind No more drugs for me Pussy and religion is all I need Baby we'll live a hell of a life Tell me when you think we've crossed the line Grab my hand and Never in your wildest
PlayThis ain't love (this ain't love) A way to fool myself again I've always been too sensitive To have a good night To have a good time Because my heart can't handle it So I told that angel on my shoulder Grabbed your waist and pulled you closer in so tight
PlayLove is a contact sport You gotta move in time If you want to do it right You gotta act untamed If you want to play the game So grab my hand, SLAM! It's so perplexing Why you fight it won't you try it
PlaySave my soul, save myself All you folks think you own my life But you never made any sacrifice Demons they are on my trail I'm standing at the crossroads of the hell I look to the left I look to the right There're hands that grab me on every side All you
PlayI'm torn between Fulfilling my wildest dreams To satisfy the beast inside of me And I grounded love That raises me high above The grabbing hands of cowards And of thieves Ten more days to find my way Ten more days 'till I'm awake
PlayThat's eno-ough (that's eno-ough) It's no ru-ush (it's no ru-ush) Need your love, it's my drug When I'm down, lift me up When it rains, grab my hand Spell your name in the sand That make up (that make up) No breaku-ups (no breaku-ups) Love, need your love
PlayI'm looking for a place to start And everything feels so different now. Just grab a hold of my hand I will lead you through this wonderland. Water up to my knees But sharks are swimming in the sea. Just follow my yellow light And ignore all those big
PlayAh, salaam and good evening to you, worthy friend Please, please, come closer Ah, too close, a little too close There, welcome to Agrabah, city of mystery, of enchantment And the finest merchandise this side of the River Jordan, on sale today Come on
PlayIf these are the things that Dreams are made of Why don't I dream anymore I'm in the garden All the trees bear fruit I have to pick them before they fall I finally grab one I hold it in my hand I open it up
PlayI got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out Each twin grab a arm pick this nigga up Knitty turn his face to me let me break him up I throw him up against the
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