I am a happy yellow bumble bee, everything's so much bigger than me but I'm not afraid, for if something gets too close, I give them a sting that makes
Darkness has uncovered you Death turns out the light Back alley murders The shadows showed you not a thing A phobia of doom within You sense the fear, now feel the sting
friend, I cannot pretend that you are. You made it sting, Your voice is ringing, Just like the boys who laughed at me in school. You are not my friend
pain the only thing that's real the needle tears a hole the old familiar sting try to kill it all away but I remember everything what have I become? my sweetest friend
pain The only thing that's real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything What have I become? My sweetest friend
hood, like fuck it then Hovering over the oven, we were like brothers then Though you were nothing another then the son of ma momma's friend We had governin
really have to milk the final drop? Not content with my mistake you behaved just like a snake and you left me for a wasp without a sting Tell all my friends
t you abuse that body It'll snap without assistance my friends The song goes on I'll sing again until the music enervates The song goes on The sting
: [Puff] Yeah ye ye yeah yeah Sting, Bad Boy remix come on [Pras] Yo yo yo Hey yo shake what ya mama gave you is her motto pour out the bottle blow
that craves all the more destructive seasoned vet,full glass of sting a bittersweet triumph that weighs in each day Obsession-my falsest friend
own blood. Your lesson for living. Pointed yourself in thr wrong direction. Abandoned for your actions. Crucified for wrong decisions made. Full circle of friends
to see while I If you see it I'll be here (2x) It was the junkyard crooked letter C-I-entific Duck us, the ruckus I'll bring stings your eardrum Hear
Marc Bolan *Friends say it's find Friend say it's good. Everybody says it's just like rock'n roll. **I move like a cat , Talk like a rat , sting like
m not your kind Caus I don't stab friends from behind But when it comes to flashin' ass, yes you are head of the class Yet deep inside you feel the sting
mama,said,the way you move Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove Ah-ah,child the way you shake that thing Gon' make you burn, gon' make you sting
: It's Monday afternoon and I'm drinking again And I know I promised you that the Lord would be my friend But the Lord and I don't get along so very
way you rap in your bars I could ride on you and whoever, devise new endeavors I'm as live as hive full of predators Twenty thousands different species of bees Some half poisonous sting
knocked me in the knees Said, Just let go, just let go I saw the ocean meet the man I saw you buried in the sand A friend was there to hold your hand