long to hear I wanna be sure so tell me once more Hand on your heart (Hand on your heart) I wanna be sure so tell me once more Hand on your heart
Übersetzung: Steps. Hand aufs Herz.
goodbye, Memories fade so easily, but am I still in yours like you're in mine? You know that's all I need, baby tell me honestly.... Hand on your heart, heart on your
, Memories fade so easily, but am I still in yours like you're in mine? You know that's all I need, baby tell me honestly.... Hand on your heart, heart on your
you girl I'm nothing Yoyo, everybody's on the floor I can see your hands up From the stage to the down Calvin Harris on the deck LMFAO's on the checks
repped on Who whole block get stepped on If they outside, when I'm ride, I'ma ride 'til there's no more gas I'ma ride 'til I put you on your muthafuckin
you find the style That makes you feel like you Something fresh Something new DYNAMITES & ENSEMBLE Step on out Hear us shout TRACY, DYNAMITES & ENSEMBLE Mama, that's your
me You are so beautiful Move yourself Step back from me Walk away from me Under a dying sky I felt safest in your arms, On the brink of extinction Hand
: [Verse One: Damien] With this mic in my right hand I can reshape the face of the world And shift sands Child, woman, and man stand on command Communicating
And worse yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish? Cigar ashes Coaster Crystal glasses We mash on
all that keep on raisin hell Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself It ain't right, what you put your momma through, young G Gotta change your
eighths On the third Storee (Chorus) Ladies and Fellas Put your hands together Common Everybody Put your hands together 3rd Storee say Put your hands together Come on, come on I wanna hear
with a switch blade They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug My flows crack you listen, your fuckin' brains on drugs Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on
on Black Diamonds on my neck and my wrist matchin' that. Black mask, black Mag' - brown bag; Drop down now or nigga I'll shoot your black ass! [scratche
on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam
And ran the course of your body Faster than any drug Faster than lightning They ran to your feet Your steps were solid And they ran on to your hands Your
hands, festering through infections time. I feel so faint as my life spills over you. back step over glass as I repent. I fear I cannot prevent myself from spilling your
: I miss your smell and your style And your pure abiding way Miss your approach to life And your body in my bed Miss your take on anything And the music
