feeling Scars of pleasure, scars of pain Atmospheric changes make them sensitive again Scars of pleasure, scars of pain Atmospheric changes make them sensitive again Scars of pleasure, scars
All my nerves are naked wires Tender to the touch Sometimes super-sensitive But who can care too much? - I get this feeling Scars of pleasure Scars
Übersetzung: Rush. Scars.
feeling All my nerves are naked wires Tender to the touch Sometimes super-sensitive But who can care too much? - I get this feeling Scars of pleasure Scars
:] (What's Ya Phone Numba?) Now I Can Make Music For Ya Tempo It's Just A Mental Written For The Nymphos That's A Intro Shook When You Rush Me Woke
What'z ya phone number Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's instrumental. Waitin for the nimphoes. That's the intro. Shoot when ya rush
you're cautious and I'm careful not to scare you But anticipation of love makin got you shakin when I'm standin near you News of precision will prepare ya In case you get scared
fold them up and leave All yours (chorus) Oh you had to ask didn't you (x2) Oh you had to know Show your scars Not to rush you The hieroglyphic
but nobody hears Buried alived, pine box, and my deepest fears I been doin' dope since I was 13 But when I close my eyes unconciously I scream [CHROUS] Overdose scare
: You are a getaway car, a rush of blood to the head But me, I'm just the covers on top of your bed You steer away in a rear view mirror, you make my
to grow older with, baby I?ll give you all that I got See, I don't mean to scare you now and push you away Cause I?m not tryin? to rush anything But
they ass Walkin down yellow brick singin Yo Crime Pays Came to a part in the road and a half and a gage In the field I saw a god damn scare crow I ain
him close to me and out of trouble [Jay-Z Verse 3] Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adreneline rush Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush
: [Chorus:] Cover me in blush, I'm a sugar rush So sinful with my stare, like a millionaire Cover me in cream, handle me with care I'm in your every
feed her fix She needs that perfect score The endorphin rush she loved It would opiate her She had denied all allgations of her loneliness That battle had been won with scars
a dream till I see her again. Far from eyes and the light of the sun. To hurt a soul you don't need a gun. Feeling the rush, tasting the thrill