You make me feel so grand. I want to hand the world to you. I hope you'll understand. Each foolish little scheme I'm schemin'. And dream I'm dreamin'. Now I know why mother. Taught me to be true. She meant me for someone. Exactly like you. Tekst piosenki: Setting is the sun Rising is the moon Just like the fool Never knows when to run Hating is the love Trampled are the wounded And always too soon It comes to an end Let me kill the pain Let me be the reason you're falling again Let me kill the pain Let me be the one that keeps calling your name 'Cause beautiful we lay here under the sky Watching the loneliness die Helpless are the dreams No one ever hopes for Needless is the world No one ever cared for Hiding from the sun Dying are the days Always on the run Endless is the waiting Let me kill the pain Let me be the reason you're falling again Let me kill the pain Let me be the one that keeps calling your name 'Cause beautiful we lay here under the sky Watching the loneliness die It's all just a waste of time Well I love the way you die Let me kill the pain Let me be the reason you're falling again Let me kill the pain Let me be the one that keeps calling your name 'Cause beautiful we lay here under the sky Watching the loneliness die 'Cause beautiful we lay here under the sky Watching the loneliness die Helpless are the dreams No one ever hopes for Needless is the world It's everything is paid for Dodaj interpretację do tego tekstu » Historia edycji tekstu Up where they run Up where they stay all day in the sun Wanderin' free Wish I could be Part of that world What would I give If I could live Outta these waters? What would I pay To spend a day Warm on the sand? Betcha on land They understand Bet they don't reprimand their daughters Bright young women Sick o' swimmin' Ready to stand
Tekst piosenki: Brittany with the Girls: Girls, we run this mutha (yeah!) x2 Who run the world? Girls! x4 Brittany with the girls: It's hot up in here DJ don't be scared to run this, run this back I'm reppin' for the girls who takin' over the world Help me raise a glass for the college grads Anyone rolling I'll let you know what time it is, check 'Brittany:' You can't hold me (Can't hold me) I work my 9 to 5 betta cut my check 'Brittany with the girls:' This goes out to all the women gettin' it in, It in you on yo grind To all the men that respect what I do Please accept my shine 'Brittany:' Boy I know you love it How we're smart enough to make these millions Strong enough to bear the children Then get back to business See, you better not play me (Me) Oh come here baby (Baby) Hope you still like me 'F you, pay me! 'Brittany:' My persuasion can build a nation Endless power, our love we can devour 'Santana:' You'll do anything for me Who run the world? Girls! 'Brittany with the Girls:' Who run the world? Girls! x4 Who run the world? Girls! x4 'The Girls:' Who are we? What we run? The world! (Brittany: Who run this motha? ) Who are we? What we run? The world! (Brittany: Who run this? Yeah) Who are we? What do we run? We run the world! 'Brittany:' Who run the world? 'All Girls:' Girls! Dodaj interpretację do tego tekstu » Historia edycji tekstu
you mean the world to me, baby,baby,baby,baby,ohh you know i love you, and i wanna get together so we can run away, just me and you ,you and me will you run away with me, The day i wrote these words for you i cried, i could have died that day, a happy and complete man, cause in the palm of my hand, had everything I dream for and more,
Tekst piosenki: Well did you hear, there’s a natural order. Those most deserving will end up with the most. That the cream cannot help but always rise up to the top, Well I say: Shit floats. If you thought things had changed, Friend you’d better think again, Bluntly put in the fewest of words, Cunts are still running the world, Cunts are still running the world. Now the working classes are obsolete, They are surplus to societies needs, So let ‘em all kill each other, And get it made overseas. That’s the word don’t you know, From the guys thats running the show, Lets be perfectly clear boys and girls, Cunts are still running the world, Cunts are still running the world. Oh feed your children on Cray fish and Lobster tails, Find a school near the top of the league, In theory I respect your right to exist, I will kill ya if you move in next to me, Ah it stinks, it sucks, it’s anthropologically unjust, But the takings are up by a third, Oh So Cunts are still running the world, Cunts are still running the world. Your free market is perfectly natural, Or do you think that I’m some kind of dummy, It’s the ideal way to order the world, Fuck the morals, does it make any money? And if you don’t like it? Then leave. Or use your right to protest on the street, Yeah, use your rights but don’t imagine that it’s heard, Oh no no, Cunts are still running the world, Cunts are still running the world.
Run on for a long time, Run on for a long time, Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down You may throw your rock and hide your hand Working in the dark against your fellow man As sure as God made the day and the night What you do in the dark will be brought to the light You may run and hide, slip and slide

Remember when I took you up to the top of the hill? We had our knives drawn, they were as sharp as we were in love If God crossed us we'd take all his drugs Burn his money and his house down And wait for the fire to spread But sometimes hate is not enough to turn this all to ashes Together as one against all others Break all of your wings and make sure it crashes We're running to the edge of the world Running, running away We're running to the edge of the world I don't know if the world will end today Had no choice to erase the debt of our family Let you say goodbye with lips like dynamite Everyone turned their back, 'cause they knew when we held on tight to each other We were something fatal, that fell into the wrong hands Sometimes hate is not enough to turn this all to ashes Together as one against all others Break all of your wings and make sure that it crashes We're running to the edge of the world Running, running away We're running to the edge of the world I don't know if the world will end today We don't seek death, we seek destruction Death, we seek destruction We don't seek death, we seek destruction Death, we seek destruction We're running to the edge of the world Running, running away We're running to the edge of the world I don't know if the world will end today We're running to the edge of the world Running, running away We're running to the edge of the world I don't know if the world will end today See a new begining rise behind the sun We can never catch up to it as fast as we run See a new begining rise behind the sun We can never catch up to it as fast as we run (We don't seek death, we seek destruction) See a new begining rise behind the sun (Death, we seek destruction) We can never catch up to it as fast as we run (We don't seek death, we seek destruction) See a new begining rise behind the sun (Death, we seek destruction) We can never catch up to it as fast as we run

I run for my life I run for my life There's no place to hide Cause I have seen the heat melt down the hourglass. Seen the fire burning all to dust. My flesh crawls with fright I run for my life Cause I have seen you dancing wild at the ball. Not a sign you follow it at all. So Cinderella don't you try to weave your dream.
[Verse 1: milo] This slack-jaw mealy-mouth I mumble when I'm 'round the house I'm trying not to do no chores today Crying in my underwear I lost my sense of wonder, there No, I'm not Milan Kundera Though this lightness is unbearable The feeling is indelible I'm wishing I could teleport somewhere Transmolecularize through the secular eye I remember when Vegeta stomped Bardock's neck in Two prayer hands to the heavens Good Lord, bless Him I was a broke slob watching Ghost Dog Writing Post Hoc If I could muster just one good throat chop And honor my shidoshi Because 'dim mak' means 'death touch' I been Spock, I been clutch In thin socks, I'm butthurt Impervious pervert with niggerish fervour Crashing Linux server Who didn't to change his laundry over Who needs to buy toilet paper Indie rapper, sorta faker 'Cuz I couldn't afford a mortgage or a Studebaker 'Cuz I couldn't afford a mortgage or a Studebaker [Chorus: When you're deep in the raw Everybody wants to get a piece of your heart There's only so much truth you can keep in your bowl Speak your piece, but words are too harsh [Busdriver:] Overspoke my piece Alone in the streets When you're deep in the raw There's only so much truth you can keep in your jaw I can run the world from my mama's house [x3] I can run the world When you deep in the raw There's only so much truth you can keep in your jaw 'Till it bleeds through the wall [Verse 2: Busdriver] Every song responds to a threat Every laundered dollar's wet But if a mom’s like a song torn breath ? But as long as I can ponder the depth And the king sorta stinks of lunacy I roam the rinks in sync with the jinx that are having me sink the moon and the sea ? Bankers clink drinks of the uplinked to the sphinx's coonery I'm on the brink, I could fill my sink with the king's jewelry Yeah, who is he? Driver. I am from a dead world Sole practitioner of his customs and know the RPM of your head twirl Driver owe this to my daughter Old enough to vote, rap songs Blowing up on the close loyal subjects Rolling up that smoke cuz I dictate terms, [?] stomp perch Yeah. And Leimert Park is Winterfell [?] rumors I learn to Splinter Cell pitches sale from Mike's Citadel Exact an explicit Hell Empty the fire and sway My music on Pirate's Bay as my elusive alliances fray I collude with a silent clay and infuse a vibrant day With a soothing eye of decay -- putting food on the dining tray Yeah, I can do this my way [Chorus]
(Run-D.M.C.) You know I'm proud to be black y'all and that's a fact y'all And if you try to take what's mine I take it back y'all - it's like that (Run) DJ Run, and I run these things You can hear it loud and clear like when the schoolbell rings Like Martin Luther King, I will do my thing I'll say it in a rap cause I do not sing (D.M.C.)

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