Queens Of The Stone Age – Negative Space Letra Queens Of The Stone Age Queens Of The Stone Age – Negative Space
In an atmosfear I don’t recognize
I don’t know what’s true, particularly if it’s from you
Oh, betrayal it tears me up inside
I’m just a fool who is terrified
There’s gotta be someway back to earth
I’m drifting away as the world turns
We’ll never get back to where we were
Facing oblivion, there’s no words
I am weightless, yet heaviness defines
Between what home was and the yellow Moon
My love will not survive
Emotion sickness, I wanna die
There’s gotta be someway back to earth
I’m drifting away as the world turns
We’ll never get back to where we were
Stare into oblivion, oh, it hurts
Don’t say you love me no more
Thought we was equals
Broken peoples keep score, yeah
Don’t say you really care, as if you really do
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Quezia Coutinho e Tangela Vieira – Tarde Demais | Letra Letra Letras, Lyricss: Quezia Coutinho e Tangela Vieira – Tarde Demais | Letra
Pare pra pensar
Nas grandes coisas que estão para chegar
Quando será o dia em que Jesus voltar
Vai ser um dia muito triste pra história
Mas a igreja desse mundo foi embora
No rádio na internet ou na televisão
Todos procurando por informação
O mundo tenta entender esse momento
Mas a igreja subiu no arrebatamento
Nessa hora muita gente vai lembrar de Deus
Procurando por parentes
Mas não consegue encontrar
Irão chorar, mas é Tarde Demais
Quando Ele aparecer
Muita gente vai lembrar do que ouviu dizer
E com certeza vai querer se arrepender
Mas será Tarde Demais
Vai querer voltar naquela igrejinha onde ouviu dizer
Que um dia isso poderia acontecer
Mas será Tarde Demais Lyricss, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
As Trevas Das Noites Obscuras – Quântico Romance Lyrics, Letra:
Nesta noite confusa
Dos caminhos mais sombrios
Névoas flutuantes
Andando no meu mundo vazio
A rua é tão silente
Quanto o meu coração sem ti
Os dias passam lento
E sinto a falta do seu olhar
As trevas das noites obscuras
As trevas das noites obscuras
As trevas das noites obscuras
Obcecando a minha mente
As trevas das noites obscuras
As trevas das noites obscuras
As trevas das noites obscuras
Meu calmante entorpecente
As trevas das noites obscuras
As trevas das noites obscuras
As trevas das noites obscuras
Meu calmante é você
O que eu sinto é solidão
Olhando as fotos do passado
Mas na rua continuo andando
Com os meus punhos tão serrados
Bruxas e morcegos
Hoje serão meus grandes amigos
Lobos e sereias
Dançando até o Sol nascer
Queens of the Stone Age – “Emotion Sickness” Letra, Lyrics:
Use once and destroy
Single servings of pain
A dose of emotion sickness
I just can’t shake
Then my fever broke
You got no possessions
Just depression, girl
See the sights
Hold your breath
Feel as you might
Whoa, let some pieces free
You’re atrocious, f-ferocious now
Change the price
Out of my mind like a slice
Yeah, absolution
Don’t care for me
Baby don’t care for me
Had to let her go, oh
Baby don’t care for me
Baby don’t care for me
Had to let her go, oh
Gotta vacuum all the perfume, yeah
Hit the lights
Keep your chin out of sight
Whoa, it’s givin’ me the creeps
Far that you’ve come
Go and get some, girl
Put up a fight
Well, let’s have it right now
Baby don’t care for me
Baby don’t care for me
Had to let her go, oh
Evil come and go on the breeze
For a whole life, possibly
I don’t really know, oh
The flick of the switch
So smooth and clean
The regrow is so painful
Believe you me
Then my fever broke
Then my fever broke
Then my fever broke
Baby don’t care for me
Baby don’t care for me
Had to let her go, oh
Evil come and go on the breeze
For a whole life, possibly
I don’t really know, oh
Baby don’t care for me
Baby don’t care for me
Had to let her go, oh
Evil come and go on the breeze
For a whole life, possibly
I don’t really know, oh
Baby don’t care for me
Baby don’t care for me
Had to let her go, oh
Evil come and go on the breeze
For a whole life, possibly
I don’t really know, oh, oh Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Quavo – Quavo – Honey Bun (Official Video) Lyrics
Al Geno on the track
Yeah, yeah, huh
What the fuck they thought, nigga? (What the fuck they thought?)
I just jumped up out the fuckin’ vault, nigga (Go), huh
Niggas singing like Diana Ross, nigga (Soo)
I don’t wanna hear no sorry for my loss, nigga
Fuck it, do some, I just put my roof on it (Put that house on it)
I don’t give a fuck about no big homie (Fuck ‘em)
No Huncho, no, fuck it, I’m back on it (Chill out)
Everybody know just how we act on it (Go)
Honey bun, can you do somethin’ for me? (Do somethin’)
Can you go automatic just for me?
Tommy gun, can you do somethin’ for me?
Can you call Al Capone for me? (Brrt, yeah)
I got a reason to slide, I got a reason to ride (Say what?)
I got a, I got a reason to slidе, I got a reason to ride (Uh, get out)
How can I comе outside, without no mask on? (How?)
They wanna see my emotions, I ain’t smilin’ at all (Fuck ‘em)
I bought a bulletproof Humvee, it could take down a wall (Skrrt)
Tactical mechanics end up paying off (Brrt)
They don’t want me talkin’ like this gangster, at all (Uh, uh)
They’d rather see me on TV playin’ basketball (Fuck that), huh
Hell nah (Hell nah), huh, fuck all that (Fuck it), huh, I’m back
No more Hollywood, just bring me back (Hi), huh, huh
I just got a hundred bricks like hack a shack (Bando), huh
2014 Huncho is back
Honeybun, huh, huh, huh, huh (Honeybun, Al Capone, yeah)
Tommy gun, huh, huh, huh, huh (What, can you call? Al Ca-Al Capone, brrt)
Huh, huh, huh, Huncho Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Quando Rondo – Vision [Official Audio] Lyrics
Brand new cash came, bring them bags in
Brand new thirty clip and my ratchet
Brand new Telfar bag for a bad bitch
Brand new Hellcat, brand new black Benz
New money, new year, same problem (Aye, same ol’ problems)
Lil’ homie playin’ that blue shit, top shotta (I get that shit)
They don’t wanna see Lul Tim off that monitor (No)
Pluto comin’ home this year, grand theft auto (That’s GTA)
Catch a hat, empty clip inside a Tahoe (Let it spray)
Drop a bag, get him killed, that’s what I’m on (With that K)
Sippin’ Act’, crack the seal, sticky Styrofoam (Yeah)
Don’t call me slat 60’s Crip on my iPhone
Heard the game ‘round my Rollie
Know wonder I’m ignorin’ all this pain, I ain’t sober
Yeah, servin’ cane with that toaster
Hood we really sellin’ cocaine, I’ma locsta
I’m from the bottom of the map, so we keep a strap
Don’t got no door key to the trap, come in, it’s a wrap
He let them birdies take a bath, run it up in math
Ballin’ like the Cleveland Cavs jumpin’ out the gym
He rock Amiri mixed with Tims, super fresh to death
In the kitchen cookin’ yams up, so he a chef
And no Lil’ D don’t give a damn, play, you gettin’ left
I’m tryna sell it gram for gram, I done took a L, aye
Brand new murda squad, brand thirty rod
Brand new Birkin Bag, look who I bought it for
She got a brand-new body, shawty need a brand new car
I’m like a rockstar mixed up with a Rastafari
New money, new year, same problem (Aye, same ol’ problems)
Lil’ homie playin’ that blue shit, top shotta (I get that shit)
They don’t wanna see Lul Tim off that monitor (No)
Pluto comin’ home this year, grand theft auto (That’s GTA)
Catch a hat, empty clip inside a Tahoe (Let it spray)
Drop a bag, get him killed, that’s what I’m on (With that K)
Sippin’ Act’, crack the seal, sticky Styrofoam (Yeah)
Don’t call me slat 60’s Crip on my iPhone
Quando Rondo – 50 [Official Audio] Lyrics
This my young nigga Pabb
I’ma get it, you can turn my headphones up on this one
Now, I really gotta make these niggas feel me
Whatever the roses, I said I believed her (Oh-oh)
And, I don’t wan’ kill ‘em, I’m protectin’ my people (Oh-oh)
Wantin’ to check up and keepin’ my heat up (Yeah)
QRN
Know I was, you know I was born in this shit, not sworn in this shit
And, I also got my heart torn in this shit
You’d think, I just guess that come with the streets, like, look
(Favor, turn me up)
Oh-oh-oh, look
Oh-oh-oh, look
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Ayy, ayy, ayy, check this out, I really just ‘bout to tell ‘em how I feel
50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ racks on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these ‘bows
I call up Peezy, where the lean at?
Weezy, where the beans at?
Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back
Yeah, I been goin’ through some pain but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s
I feel like Boosie, I been goin’ through some pain, I gotta keep a pistol
Before he try to take my chain, he might wan’ take a couple .556s
See, I been walkin’ through the rain with fucked up Js, you know my lifestyle realer
Back and fourth the youth detention
This for all the ones that doubted me, that thought I’d be a victim
Shout out all the ones that shot at me ‘cause I done got a million (Woah)
This for all them trappers sellin’ dope
Tryna run some racks up out a store
This for all them smackers, keep that pole
This for the ones who really stickin’ to the code
I hope you get a appeal and come home
Get them checks and dollar bills, fuck a ho
‘Cause if you catch a couple years, they gon’ go
They gon’ treat you like you jus’ another ho
50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ rackets on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these ‘bows
I call up Peezy, where the lean at?
Weezy, where the beans at?
Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back
Yeah, I been goin’ through some pain but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s
I feel like Boosie, I been goin’ through some pain, I gotta keep my pistol
50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ rackets on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these ‘bows
I bought a smoke with EBT jus’ for a gram to get some groceries
I can’t wait to get on BET to promote, we got ‘bows of weed
Last thing ‘fore I leave the stage, I’m screamin’ out, “We smokin’ V”
It’s hard to stop the violence even though I’m ridin’ wit’ YB
GMG, shout out V, the realest nigga on my team
Don’t fuck with 49, but we be quick to rob you for yo’ change
I done ran a forty-nine yards, fifty on a chain
Teddy at the seven where we Crippin’ jus’ in New Orleans
Don’t you worry ‘bout what’s in my double cup, I’m feelin’ like I’m Lil Wayne
Promethazine, a yellow Robitussin, straight codeine
Ballin’ like I’m ‘Melo, free my brother, filthy cocaine
Fuck the rap shit, on another level, trappin’ in the dope game
50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ rackets on some clothes
I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these ‘bows
I call up Peezy, where the lean at?
Weezy, where the beans at?
Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back
Yeah, I been goin’ through some pain but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s
I feel like Boosie, I been goin’ through some pain, I gotta keep my pistol
50 Cent, not talkin’ Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for ‘bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin’ rackets on some clothes
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Trate-me como um turista e leve-me a conhecer seu coração
Não precisa temer, pode abrir, vou entrar
Com cuidado para não te assustar
Entendo as portas fechadas, respeito os teus medos
Segredos e planos
E o cansaço de ano após ano após ano
De um ciclo que não para nunca mais
Mas vou mudar de assunto
Leve-me a conhecer seus jardins
Parece absurdo, mas de longe eu já posso sentir
O perfume que vem da sacada
Onde há vários quadros de momentos bons
Família, amigos, pessoas amadas
Que zelam e cuidam de ti, mas um dia não estarão mais aqui
Algo sem explicação todos iram fugir
Todo dia uma chance para recomeçar
Uma hora ou outra tudo volta ao lugar
E talvez um turista como eu em seu coração encontre um mar
Coração não é terra pra se visitar
É lugar de morada e abrigo, do seja bem-vindo
E vivido o que for pra ficar
There go Quando at the door, yeah
And, I swear, and I swear
By the corner store, that’s the murder squad (Yeah, yeah)
That’s that third eye
I just wanna buy, things I never bought (Things I never bought)
That new car garage
Aw shit, there go Rondo and he steady leanin’
Catch me ridin’ ‘round wit’ my blick, they wanna six feet me
On her, I cash out wit’ them racks out on some D&G kicks
300 Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady speedin’
Trap house whippin’ remix, dirty Sprite, I need it
Day and night, no, I don’t care about this life I’m livin’
Diamonds bright, his diamonds shinin’, say that he anemic (Yеah)
Wrong or right, you know I’m ridin’, they won’t let me sеasick
I could never leave my brother, that’s just on some G shit
Ain’t been the same since big bro Pablo left us all on defense
Yeah, she my main, but I don’t trust her and I really mean that (Yeah)
He in the rain with no umbrella, he just wanna be rich
Uh, uh, I pull out my cutter the fastest
From the bottom, I made this shit happen
Got some niggas that’s still in the trenches, there’s a lot in the prison who steady be trappin’
And I’m screamin’ fuck reminiscin’, these niggas be dissin’, we uppin’ in traffic (Skrrt)
Everyday on a mission to run up a million, we wrappin’ the bricks up in plastic
I keep a rod in the Bentley ‘cause I know they envy, and really want static
I made a decision to get up and get it, I know that I cannot go backwards (Uh-uh-uh)
One call then I’m makin’ you vanish
My dog, yeah, that really my best friend
Gun charge, I walked in with the baddest
Foreign car, out the window the ratchet
Tomorrow not promised, live it up, can’t leave this way
Just bein’ honest, never thought that things’ll be this way
Ridin’ ‘round wit’ a hundred, catch a opp, he gon’ bleed this case
Two double cup and when he pull up, you gon’ see his face
Aw shit, there go Rondo and he steady leanin’
Catch me ridin’ ‘round wit’ my blick, they wanna six feet me
On her, I cash out wit’ them racks out on some D&G kicks
300 Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady speedin’
Trap house whippin’ remix, dirty Sprite, I need it
Day and night, no, I don’t care about this life I’m livin’
Diamonds bright, his diamonds shinin’, say that he anemic (Yeah)
Wrong or right, you know I’m ridin’, they won’t let me seasick
I could never leave my brother, that’s just on some G shit
Ain’t been the same since big bro Pablo left us all on defense
Yeah, she my main, but I don’t trust her and I really mean that (Yeah)
He in the rain with no umbrella, he just wanna be rich
No, I’m not happy, I was born back in March Madness
Shawty bad, yeah she the fattest
Matter fact, she look fantastic
New Double R, can’t wrap the plastic
God think I might go mack blackness
That just to show that I ain’t average
One thing for sure, I’m still blue-flaggin’
He keep a pole, but he ain’t savage
Turn around and look what happened
Stick to the code, that’s automatic
We kickin’ doors like: Where the rest at?
New Double R, the dashboard jaggin’
You must’ve never checked my jacket
Straight up and blow, another casket
Jumped off the porch and got a leverage
Too much of Codeine in my bladder
Two-four like Kobe, that’s a tracker
New iced-out Rollie, that don’t matter
We kick it lowkey not together
My uncle told me: Chess, no checkers
Look at my trophy on the dresser
That’s my lil’ whoadie, know he next up
Y’all niggas owe me, pick a stretcher
Aw shit, there go Rondo and he steady leanin’
Catch me ridin’ ‘round wit’ my blick, they wanna six feet me
On her, I cash out wit’ them racks out on some D&G kicks
300 Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady speedin’
Trap house whippin’ remix, dirty Sprite, I need it
Day and night, no, I don’t care about this life I’m livin’
Diamonds bright, his diamonds shinin’, say that he anemic (Yeah)
Wrong or right, you know I’m ridin’, they won’t let me seasick
I could never leave my brother, that’s just on some G shit
Ain’t been the same since big bro Pablo left us all on defense
Yeah, she my main, but I don’t trust her and I really mean that (Yeah)
He in the rain with no umbrella, he just wanna be rich
