KEVIN FEDERLINE LYRICS "Lose Control" That's right just get it Let you feel it Make you lose control This is that hip-hop flavor mixed with a lil
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[Verse 1] I gotta little bit a jack and a whole lot of herb a pretty little chick with a whole lot of nerve Im far from the curb, no Im not a nerd, but
K-Federline, Bosko We got 'em on this one due And they say I'm crazy For loving you For feeling you And maybe I'm a little crazy But they don't know
Daddy, I'm not gonna tell you that I'm sorry, But there aint nothin you can do to change my mind. I'm not here to know the things I cannot do, We've seen
[Sinner] I don't care 'bout what they say I'm not here to runaway I thought she was shy I was hungry for some thrill Didn't know that looks could kill
Wir kommen aus der Himmel zu dein lieben als schwarze kraft von der Holle Wir kommen aus der Himmel zu dein lieben als schwarze kraft von der
You're playin' with fire You're playin' with fire You could be one in a million Could be walking down the street, just like any civilian You could be
Playing With Fire [instrumental]
You can see it in your life You can feel it hold you tight And I know just where you go 'cause you're hiding from the light You can't deny the fear in
Ojos negros, pelo negro, Cuerpo de mujer, Vives la vida haciendo esclavos Por donde tu vas. Traicionando sentimientos Juegas con el amor, Juegas sucio
Well you've got your diamonds And you've got your pretty clothes And the chauffeur drives your car You let everybody know But don't play with me 'cause
Me estas haciendo dano cuando me miras sabes cuanto te amo y no te animas Me estoy volviendo loco con tu juego te gusta provocar llegar hasta al final
No stop in gasoline, I know I shouldn't but I'm playing with fire, God knows where I've been, it has been a struggle and I sure I feel tired. Try
Run Through The Night And Find No Place To Hide, Cold Sweat's Running Over Your Face, You're Living For Your Sword And Your Gun, Leaving The World In
Baby when I think about it, then I thought we had it made Like a fool I let you play two timer, but I'd be a bigger fool if I stayed Now I don't come
Well you got your diamonds And you got your pretty clothes A chauffeur drives your car You let everybody know Don't play with me You're playin' with fire
(Broomhead) Singing of death, singing of hate Singing of demons and ghosts Twisting their minds, taking their souls Digging their graves with your boasts