I can't stop, can't stop thinking 'Bout you at all I called you up to come on 'round tonight You wouldn't give a straight answer But you wouldn't say
I can't stop- can't stop thinking About you at all I called you up to come on round tonight You wouldn't give a straight answer But you wouldn't say no
Preklad: Popol. Stratiť kontrolu.
Preklad: Popol. Lose Control (Wild Surf verzia).
I can't stop- can't stop thinking About you at all I called you up to come on round tonight You wouldn't give a straight answer But you wouldn't say
all this fame And say it's mine to choose Tryna send me down in flames So what am I to do Something's wrong with my plane I think i'm losing control ?
block parties, niggas best on burning Cos once we get up on it, catch you in a Kodak moment Nigga (we turn niggas butts to ash), straight up (No masses
A lonely pub with people losing control... Red wine is playing games with all of my hopes My ash-tary's full...I'm like a junkie on the run I'll have
breathe This day of judgment keeps the settlers besieged Into the night darkness persists The blood red moon inflames fear What horrid death awaits We cannot lose control
of forsaken souls and no control of my own sanity so i blame this family tree the branches lost their budding flowers and the leaves turned to ash before
