clock to tick and the moment when your eyes slide back and we head towards the door is this what you came here for? is this what you wanted? cause this is what
done i spoke to soon soon enough you?ll be making love or "love" is what it seems but the seams are weak yet, they still please excuses aren?t what
we are the ghosts that haunt your dreams at night we will take everything away we are the promise that we couldn't keep we will take everything away
no, i?m not here to change you i would never try, even if i had to ...against your will, that is someday ill make you mine you?re mine for the minute
time were pacing the bedroom floor reinacting the moments of a typical whore (you wont believe you lost) we move so fast, it feels right what have we
you left the marks so we would change but ill never change my ways from on top of the world here?s to come more bad news about what i?ve done and it
This is the story 'bout a girl Who'd sacrifice you and the World Just for her selfish needs She prides the dirt on her knees And every hole thats
through the velvet rope The whispers in my ear said, "Everything stays here" But we know something they don't Sometimes what happens in Vegas Sometimes what happens in Vegas
nobody's business what anyone does You can let down your hair, be as wild as you dare Go crazy, do something outrageous But what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas
moments, forever apart Home with my eyes closed Live this dream one last time What is life with hope of tomorrow? Live this dream one last time What
wait, we get paid, for a trait holiday, we sip lemonade. Uh-uh-uh-uh huh. Instead of doing what he wants, we do what we want, buying homes in Geneva.
?" And then it turned into, "Oh no, what have I done?" And I don't even know my last name What have I done? What have I done? What have I done? Oh, what
more than any form of status, More than the performances in 20 foreign places, Benidorm, Vegas, many more praises, Amen, hallelujah! Tinie look what's happened
you nigga, show Big Pun love yeah I don't give a fuck 'bout your fault or mis-happenin's, nigga We from the Bronx, New York shit happens Kids clappin
