100 lyrics for "Let me down, down"
Don't you think they'd know what I'm worth? I'm high as a kite Flying like a beautiful bird Why I gotta come down to earth? I think I'm going parasailing Miles above, it's so serene I'm letting go of all the troubles That I've seen, that I've seen Way up
PlayOh me, oh me, oh my I just shut the club down, I ain't even try If you not fuckin' with us Test us and I guarantee we let it fly I always tell the truth, boy, I ain't gotta lie If you ain't fuckin' with us, don't come to our side See them rollin' with
PlayStrawberry Fields forever Let me take you down 'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Living is easy with eyes closed Misunderstanding all you see It's getting hard to be someone But it all works out
PlayFly, fighting fair Brothers, heroes, foes Killing machine, thunder in the sky B-17, flying home Killing machine Said goodbye to the cross he deserved It's the code of the air From down below one enemy’s spotted So hurry up, rearm and refuel
PlaySay you'll be here with me all night Won't let it go in the daylight Say you'll be here to fight And we will make it right You're holding my hand so tight Promise you will be around when the sun goes down We can't win if we don't play
PlayLet me take you there Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face And stars fill my dream I'm a traveler of both time and space To be where I have been To sit with elders of the gentle race This world has seldom seen They talk of days for which they sit and
PlayLet down your guard And show me your colors Don't fight it anymore Show me you're with me Open your arms I'm not like the others So don't fight it anymore no What will it take for me to make you see? I'm not your enemy
PlayLet me switch up the tempo, switch it up Take it down, down, down, down, then I'ma beat it up Can I step the tempo on ya? Can I switch up the tempo? Switch up the tempo (push it up, hold up) 'Cause I'm tryna slow it down, beat it up, go down, eat it up
PlayTrouble, but ain't we all? Standing in the window with his tongue hanging out Like the king of something evil in a year-long drought With a dirty white suit, a big white hat A bullet in his pocket, no matter where he's at He's trouble, but ain't we all?
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