100 lyrics for "Killing, killing, killing me"
Pour me something stronger than me Pour me something stronger Pour me something straight All these crooked voices, make them go away I can barely stand up I can hardly breathe Oh, here I go again Walking the line Killing time between my sins
PlayStronger than yesterday Now it's nothing but my way My loneliness ain't killing me no more I, I'm stronger I, I'm stronger Ooh hey, yeah Hush, just stop There's nothing you can do or say, baby I've had enough
PlayOh, I'll be fine If my waistline grows, I'll be fine There's one thing I should be killing off and giving up now If one gray hair shows, I'll be fine Even if time takes its toll We'll stay young for the rest of our lives Sitting with you in a dark room
PlayI just have a gut feeling Don't know why I don't know what it was, really But the more we touch, the more it starts killing me Got the answers that I need Intuition telling me
PlayYou'll understand why God made A couple guys in first class on a flight From new York to Los Angeles, Kinda making small talk killing time, Flirting with the flight attendants, Thirty thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma, Just a bunch of square
PlayI'll do anything to prove I love you I love you, girl But I refuse to stay Paying for his mistakes And it's killing me girl knowing you compare me to him Always guilty before the sin I can't win, I can't win no Baby girl but I refuse to Pay for something
PlayHurt me when I'm close to you Tell me lies and not the truth Carve your wrongs in my skin Love is killing me so sweet Like the torture that I need For my way back home Hurt my soul Love destroy my chroming soul
PlayAss, titties, pussy, money, weed Everywhere I look a killing spree All the things they wanted me to be Is all the things that I turned out to be Is everything that I like, like, like, like Everybody looking for the meaning of life thru a cell phone
PlayBlood Diamonds Look at Blood Diamonds Now take a look at Blood Diamonds Jacob sold me my first couple pieces I was killing niggas who misunderstood what deceased is Spent half a mill on a Ferrari, I coulda leased it Driving Scott Storch’s Bugatti ‘fore
PlayWhy do we hate? Why do we suffer? Why do we make our mistakes, and constantly blame one another? Why is there war, and why is there killing? Have we forgotten some secret we knew back when we were just children? If I had wings, I'd fly up to heaven. I'd
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