Nejlepší skladby od interpreta David Maxwell
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Texty
No, i'll never tell
Christian my sole, devil wants me sell
Im stepping on toes, and stomping on necks
They want me to wait when they’re tipping the scales
They gotta feel like they read it in braille
Love for my brothers a permanent bond
My balls in my palm, the world in my hands
like Kobe and Bron
like Kennan and kel
No surprise
Im everywhere you go but always hard to find
She want a man without the dirt when the dust settles
I think you already know what I got in mind
To make you..
Then me you..
I make her..
Don’t you lie to me baby
You’ve been sweatin’ me lately
I’ve Been a prodigy lately
Ain't you proud of me baby
Don’t you front on me baby
You don’t gotta leave baby
You been driving me crazy
How it’s gotta be baby
Je cours dans l’orage
Le diable dans l’oreille
Des liasses dans mes rêves
Ce monde me fout la rage
Tu perd pas de temps
Non, quand t’es boss
J’fais mes horaires
Jais fais des erreurs
Je vais troubler ton corps
Je vais briser des coeurs
Mais te ramener des fleurs
Mon coeur troué comme une carie, yeah
Je veux d’la maille, Elle veut qu’on se mari, yeah
Je sais qu’une chose, les clefs ouvrent les portes
Moi je sais que mes portes vont m’ouvrir des ferraris, yeah
Don’t you lie to me baby
You’ve been sweatin’ me lately
I’ve Been a prodigy lately
Ain't you proud of me baby
Don’t you front on me baby
You don’t gotta leave baby
You been driving me crazy
How it’s gotta be baby
Here we go again
In the cut, running bands
All I do to make you understand
Pullin’ up, In the gym
Still on five, you don’t wanna see me go and get to ten
I’m going in, all my goals, write them up
I’ma knock them down just like some bowling pins
I’m on the fence, I’m on my job, I’m still alive
I ain’t got the time for girls and feelings man
Too many moons
The walls that i’ve built, I’ve made too many rooms
My smokey mirrors got too many fumes
City that reps me got too many goons
Fallin in love is just not in the plans
Get swept under the rug before jumping the broom
I’ve been awake for way too many moons
I’ve been awake for way too many moons
Written by: David Maxwell