Kelly Price - Three strikes
Tekst :
First time I let you back inside
Everybody gets another chance
Second time my momma replied
Said you gotta let him be a man
And third time I ve had it with your lying
Cause sorry wouldn t work again
So I said three strikes
You re out no more, you re gone
Get gone keep walking out my door
Packed your bags while you were gone
They ll be waiting for you on the lawn
Changed the locks so keep your key
We don t need to talk
So no apologizes
I don t wanna feel
Like I m going through time and time again
If I m loving you
So just walk away leave me alone
This is for the best, so I m moving on
One, two, three, four
You were messin round
Were never really sure and
Four, three, two, one
You thought that it was game
And you could have some fun
One, two, three, four
Said I won t be a fool
Won t let you back in my door
Four, three, two, one
Cause playtime is over
You re through, I m done
First time I let you back inside
Everybody gets another chance
Second time my momma replied
Said you gotta let him be a man
And third time I ve had it with your lying
Cause sorry wouldn t work again
So I said three strikes
You re out no more, you re gone
Get gone keep walking out my door
Had me fooled loving you
Had me thinking bout spending life with you
So locked up in your tricky ways
Only thoughts of you had me in a daze
Then reality came and gave to me
What I needed most that was eyes to see
You would never change
Everything was game
Counting all the times really blows my mind
One, two, three, four
Hmm you were messin round
Were never really sure and
Four, three, two, one
You thought that it was game
And you could have some fun
One, two, three, four
I won t be a fooled
And won t let you in my door
Four, three, two, one
Cause playtime is over
You re through, I m done
First time I let you back inside
Everybody gets another chance
Second time my momma replied
Said you gotta let him be a man
And third time I ve had it with your lying
Cause sorry wouldn t work again
So I said three strikes
You re out no more, you re gone
Get gone keep walking out my door
I hoped, I prayed you would come around
See it my way
Now it s too late
No chances, go away, go away, hey first time...
First time I let you back inside
Everybody gets another chance
Second time my momma replied
Said you gotta let him be a man
And third time I ve had it with your lying
Cause sorry wouldn t work again
So I said three strikes
You re out no more, you re gone
Get gone keep walking out my door Inne utwory
Married man A friend of mine Love sets you free (remix) Mirror, mirror At least All i want is you Good love Friend of mine (remix) Take me to a dream As we lay Her The gods love nubia Ain t no way Losowe utwory
You said you d like to see me again
And then, it all unravelled
I heard that you were seeing someone
Not such an insignificant other
It seems my moves were far too swift
In life, some things are worth the effort
I touched the place where your hair had been
I pulled on the shirt that...
I watch the sky turn black to blush
Head still spinning from the rush
Of all the things I did the night before
And looking down from my hotel
These dawn-lit streets begin to fill
With memories of you and I
On a New York City night
I shake my head to clear the sounds
The traffic...
Chakuza:
Unter der Sonne hat man Schutz vor Gewitter
Doch versteck dich nicht, denn hier macht das Leben nicht halt
Nicht nur im Dunkeln muss man zittern, man kann stehen oder fallen
Denn Verlust schmeckt immer bitter und die Tränen nach Salz
Junge, unter der Sonne, kann man töten und ein Held sein
Töten für ein...
Do głowy wcześnie rannej
przykładam tytoniu liść.
Już poniedziałek
muszę stąd wyjść.
Nie wiem, czy znajdę drogę,
pokrzyżował ulice Pan.
Kierunek wiatru inny niż znam.
Ref.:
Nie zgubię się w tłumie
nie będę czekać, aż ktoś
podepcze moje ręce, czoło, policzki i noc /x2
Jadę tam, gdzie zwykle.
Tramwaj, obłocone drzwi.
Wysiądę, żeby sprawdzić czy
stoisz pod parasolem jak co dzień, gdy mijam cię.
Tym...
Riding the night, riding the night,
Ain t it cool?
Rolling it high, rolling it high,
Ain t it cool?
She s looking hot, she s looking hot,
In the breeze,
Flashing those eyes, strutting her stuff,
Givenchy.
Baby wants to...