to do what we're told And on the twenty-third night Things ain?t bad but things ain?t right Are we falling or flying? Are we falling or flying? Are we living or
Taught us to do what we're told And on the 23rd night Things ain't bad but things ain't right Are we falling or flying Are we falling or flying Are we living or
Preklad: Chirurgovia 3 Soundtrack. Grace Potter a Nocturnals - Falling alebo lietanie.
Preklad: Grace Potter. Klesajúci alebo lietanie.
cover Better, better, better, better You better run for cover Would you dance with me Ohh, you got me flying You're like electricity Tip or tears arising Rain falling
Bitches [Chorus] [Kanye West] I used to have hood dreams Big fame, big chains I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came I went hard all fall
the Jeep Blowing up the spot or we hit them know what I mean Got you open we keeping you niggas up like caffine Flying ghetto team Seeing everything
[Verse 1 - Drake] Who else really try'na fuck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley Gee, bro Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I want
[Usher] I aint one to brag, but you done made me hav to get in my bag, ooooh, yep, there it is, there it go, fall in love with these women I barely know
the family The baby waves bye-bye I'm trying, I'm flying There may come a time When I will lose you Lose you as I lose my light Days falling backward
all will be received In Graceland There is a girl in New York City Who calls herself the human trampoline And sometimes when I'm falling, flying Or
body, suffering, suffering, suffering Everybody's suffering, huh? But a woman had to write this song, a man would be scared to Lest he be called a chauvenist or just fall
give or take A couple dollars Harry Winstone stone collars Canary yellow everything plane chartered I spolied her maybe 'cause I adored her More than fly that girls a flying
hook or by crook I'm such a tease and you're such a flirt Once you've been around you've been around enough Little by little by hook or by crook Never
I want this shit forever, mayne I used to have hood dreams, big fame, big chains I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came I went hard, all fall
' in my underwear Then all of sudden I'm floating in mid air My lips fall off and everybody starts to stare Donuts and hot dogs are flying everywhere
