English Songs

When I call you upCan I call you “love”?I won’t keep in touchThat’s what I’m afraid ofIsn’t this some shit?Let’s call it what it isI can’t be your bitchThat’s what I’m afraid of Waiting here since Sunday, but you never say the word (Stay)Leaving here for London, but I’ll see you on the first (Hey)Scout’s […]

All the cars have names like spaceships, like they could take you far awayBut the only place I’ve been in this old rig is up and down the interstateI’ve been going ’round the clock like a box fan, but nobody knows my nameBaby, I’m tired so tired, I’m so tired When you showed up, I

She know me in my dreamshave my downfall

Keep it upKeep it upKeep it upAhhhh!Ahhhhhhh!

This song is an instrumental  

You got a two-day trial before I take back my time and make you payThirty-day trial before I make my mind that it’s a waste (Yeah)Trials and tribulations (Oh, oh)Ciao, ciao, ciao Kissin’ in Paris, I guess we could do it French, wowEatin’ lo mein, it’s chow for now, chow, chowShe got me wildin’ outRarri,

GloRillaReal hot girl shitAceC, turn that heat up, niggaOn the gang, gang, on the gang, gangAh He in love with GloNever got the cookie but got my name tatted (Ayy)Killer where? Don’t know who he killed, I heard that man ratted (Damn)Never full, when it’s time to eat, I be his main platterNYC, New York

Oh-oh, oh-oh-ohOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh, oh-oh-ohOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Don’t stress about it, honeyCasual feelings, shimmers of lightTastes just like a daydreamDrinking my coffee and so far I’ve been unsure of my own emotionsLook and you’ll find a real roller coasterSomething that people really crave their whole life long Could it be magic?Oh-oh, oh-oh‘Cause it’s more than I can

The TV’s on, the woman’s blondeShe talks and talks of how the rich are wrongThey cheat on wives, never pay the priceI’m a low-class guy, that sounds pretty nice I want to be with the bourgeoisiesesI want to see how the bourgeoisieses party all nightI want to be with the bourgeoisiesesI want to see how

AhIs it wrong to now decide?Ah Now you know I’m a wicked manI bit the hand that was feedin’ meIt’s snappin’ back like a rubber bandThe fear of love is my tendency But I feel it (Feel it), believe it (Believe it)I never meant to break your heartBut I lost it (I lost it) like