English Songs

You fill your home with wavesNothing still can stayWhen the storm starts to recedeParting clouds reveal your griefNothing still can stayForever midnightSink heavy into the abyssYou’re alone with yourselfForced only to reminisceCompletely devoid of bliss Losing controlYou sacrifice your peace nowIn order to make all the voices stay outLosing controlYou’re drowning in the waves (Drowning […]

I see a sky of coloursFloating above a sea of grayIt kinda blows me awayI’m in an ocean of usAll my emotions come in wavesI think I need you to stay I’m melting, you felt it transcendingA touch of you and I’m breathlessHeart’s restless, love’s endless You make me feel like forever, ohGive me love,

Mhh, mhhNormal procedure, ah, ah, ahMhh, mhh, mhhMhh, mhh Normal procedure for them to run off when we shootMy youngen robbing all the shotters, he don’t turn one into twoTold her suck up all the goo, take that road and leave no clueTwo real sisters wanna fuck me, I’ma purchase one the bag and one

Rrr, ayy, ayy (Go, go, go)It’s me (Go, go, go)Ayy, you gon’ get— (Ayy), you gon’ get the real me, you know?I—, I’m still smokin’ dope, I do all of that shit, you know? (I’m back, I’m back)It’s, it’s all in my mind, it’s all in yo’ mind, you know? (I’m back, go, I’m back)You

YoYou don’t wanna see man jump out the skipHear the whip skid, make your heartbeat skipAnytime that your song comes on, we skipI’m with the Malis, not Bob or SkipWe got the Charlie and the chocolate chipSettin’ up shop like a Costco tripSurrender your flag ’cause you’re not no CripDon’t be angry at me that

No dey throw bad vibesWhere the money dey, that is where I’m atAnyhow e be, I dey play my partIgi gogoro, ma gun mi l’oju, mi o fọ (Mystro Sugar) I let the water touch my mink (Yeah)Can’t let these people get to meI know you know I never drink (Yeah)I’m mixin’ with that Hennessy

YeahI know you probably hate the fact I’m lonely at the topBut you was there the day I said I’m never gonna’ stopWhen you was givin’ evidence I’m sittin in the dockWhile you’re getting interrogated by the prosecutor and the judgeAnd I remember when we never had a pot to piss inAlways on the road

Oh Lordy, my troubles so hardOh Lord, my troubles so hardOh Lordy, (My troubles) ooh, (Lord), ohOh Lord, (My troubles) ooh (Troubles so hard)Oh Lordy, (My troubles) ooh, (Lord), ohOh Lord, (My troubles) ooh (Troubles so hard) I don’t reach into the past very muchFor these shards of shattered glass and harsh paper cutsLeave me

I pleaded with the heavensI bargained with the godsThat even though the chance is slimYou might defy the odds so you can beHere with meJust a little bit longer The good days turn to bad daysThe bad days just get worse untilI wish I had those bad days backIt all becomes a blur ’cause you