100 lyrics for "Who is the man"
No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance
PlayDon't you be fake with me You can be honest with me Who could relate to me? Don't go near me like it's Vegas Man this life ain't no vacation (Don't you be fake with me) (You could be on this brigade) I made it out the city quick Mom finally proud of me
PlayI'll be the one who drives you home tonight It's driving you down 'Cause it's driving you down And if you save my life And if they ever let you down And you don't know a thing about this life And we are not the same You home tonight Driving you down
PlayWhat you doin'? Hold on let me turn down the music I can't hear you. Come on man, who's this? What you got on? Ha-ha, come on stop playin'. I ain't got on shit.
PlayThere is a train that's heading straight To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate And woman wait, watch and wait For redemption day I've wept for those who suffer long But how I weep for those who've gone Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong But keep on
PlayHell before you naw, rollin' off just right Man, that town is small, boys But you have a ball, boys Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night Y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys Yeah, truck's stuck, who you gon' call? Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for?
PlayWell I've been ridin' a winning horse for a long, long time Sometimes I wonder is this the end of the line No one should take advantage of who they are No man has got it made If he thinks he does, he's wrong Every mother's son better hear what I say
PlayHey, who I'm is? Rubber band man Wild as the Taliban Nine in my right, forty-five in my other hand Who I'm is? Call me trouble man, always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man Rubber band man, like a one man band Treat
PlayRomance is mush stifling those who strive I'll live a lush life in some small dive And there I'll be while I rot with the rest Of those whose lives are lonely too I used to visit all the very gay places Those come-what-may places Where one relaxes on the
PlayIt's not about love and romance It was blood on the dance floor (blood on the dance floor) And I just can't take it Susie got your number Look who took you under Blood is on the dance floor She got your number How does it feel
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