34 lyrics for "Oh me, oh my might"
You've gone and stole my heart and made it your own You've stole my heart and made it your own Hey little girl you might not know this song This is not the kind of song that you can sing along to Hey little girl Maybe some day Least that's what all the
PlaySniper Gang, John Wicks Homie, you can't hang with my klik You can't spark my flame 'cause I'm lit I might snatch ya chain and ya bitch Plugoz on the beat and I'm killin' it Damn who make this beat, cuz I'm stealin' it Thinking when I ain't had shit They
PlayLose my mind So I can't lose And I might lose And the strangest things have been happening to me, oh The ghost inside my head, it never sleeps It just rearranges thoughts and leaves me numb for weeks But I'm okay, yeah I feel fine Because I know there's
PlayOh my love don't fade away Constant reminder of where I can find her A light that might give up the way Is all that I'm asking for Without her I'm lost Don't let me darken your door It's not what I came here for No it's not what I came here for And I
PlayI don't want to disappoint you I don't want to disappear From here or now or you As I was saying Would you fall down with me? Just before you left the room Before I assumed That you might not come around Just after I took my foot from
PlayI can't stop lovin' you You know my heart is true, oh There's a time and place for everything For everyone We can push with all our might But nothin's gonna come Oh no, nothin's gonna change And if I asked you not to try Oh, could you let it be
PlayLosin' my balance You don't listen every time I try to, try to And I told you I don't need love, but I might probably fuck it up, oh, ayy (told you) Drinkin' too much, but let me get another cup, oh (told you) Swear I, I, I, I, I, I, I (told you)
PlayOh nice guys finish last When you are the outcast Don't pat yourself on the back You might break your spine Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane I'm so fucking happy I could cry Every joke can have its truth but now the joke's on you I
PlayWell, I ain't superstitious, black cat just cross my trail When my right hand itches, I gets money for sure Don't sweep me with no broom, I just might get put in jail Well, I ain't superstitious, oh the black cat just cross my trail Don't sweep me with
PlayOh me, oh my might Cut dope, gone need more quinine (Off the rip) Forty knock his head off (off the rip) Drop top V, niggas sped off (off the rip) I'ma ride with my dog off the rip Talking brown bag, paper tag off the rip Shawty came through, bent it
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