100 lyrics for "House in L.A."
Can you chase the fire away In the fall, we sleep all day We sleep all day Oh I miss the comfort of this house. Where we are where we are. Where we are where we are The floor under our feet whispers out Come on in come on in, where it all begins. We
PlayAnd now the final frame, love is a losing game For you I was a flame, love is a losing game Five story fire as you came, love is a losing game One I wished I never played, oh what a mess we made Played out by the band, love is a losing hand More than I
PlayYou don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your f me pumps And the men
PlayBut don't remind me of home, Have to change. I know some things have There's everywhere I'd rather Go. It's true that some things And don't remind me of home, Or I might notice where I am. It's true that some things
PlayNo angel of mercy Is gonna hear my call (oh no) To dry the tears that shall not fall I woke alone today For all the birds have flown Inside this empty house Which no longer feels like home Admidst life's killing fields of war This door of memories
PlayResurrected Living in a lighthouse The lions and the lambs ain't sleeping yet I'm serving time All for a crime I did commit You want the truth? You know I'd do it all again Left for dead Heaven is only in my head!
PlayJoey, no rules, gun shots no prob No jewels, niggas say I got robbed I'm still wearin' my bling And fuck first class, I fly standin' on Virgin America's wing Nuts hang, knockin' down sky scrapers Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American dream Make it
PlayTell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Who's that writin', John the Revelator Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals Who's that writin', John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals Well, who's
PlayWelcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz Theres no we, it seems I can't get free Sombody tell me what's happenin to me The country bud got me chokin I'm on a mission to the point motherfuckers think I'm smokin Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the
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