Căutare versuri

3LW - Gettin Too Heavy versuri lyrics

Limba: 
Artist: 
3LW - Gettin Too Heavy pe Amazon
3LW - Gettin Too Heavy ceas pe YouTube
3LW - Gettin Too Heavy asculta pe Soundcloud

Gettin' Too Heavy

Sitting here chillin' with you (yeah)
You're getting close boy
But I'm playing it cool (cool)
I must confess
I'm feeling you (feelin' you)
But I'm laying down some rules
Get one thing straight
I won't be played (no, no)
I don't get down that way
 
[1] - You asked me once, I told you twice
When will you understand?
I asked my friends for their advice
They say 'girl don't give in'
In you and me, I believe
But I'm torn between
It's getting too heavy for me
 
Baby why you stress me
Like that (why you wanna stress me boy?)
Talkin' 'bout what you have done in the past (yeah)
I don't take love so casually (mm-hmm)
So don't put that pressure on me
Baby just walk right out the door (right out the door)
Cuz I've heard those lines before
 
[Repeat 1]
 
You're telling me this would prove that I care
(It's getting too heavy)
But if I waited baby, will you be there?
Will you be there?
There-er-er-er-errr
 
[Breakdown]
You know I like you boy
But you gotta understand
That I'm just not ready
Been real with you
But we gotta take our time (take our time)
And I'm torn between
 
I'm torn between
It's getting too heavy for me
 
[Repeat 1]
 
For me
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Oh oh, oh oh
 
In you and me, I believe
But I'm torn between
It's getting too heavy for me
 
It's getting too heavy
Heavy, heavy, yeah
Don't make me say it again
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
 

Mai multe versuri din acest artist: 3LW


Cu pictogramele de pe bara laterală dreapta puteți viziona, asculta sau cumpara on-line the Gettin Too Heavy fișier de muzică sau CD.

În cazul în care doriți să descărcați această muzică aveți posibilitatea să faceți clic pe pictograma mp3 de pe bara laterală dreapta.


Versurile pot utiliza numai pentru uzul personal sau de educație. 3LW versuri lyrics dreptul de autor este proprietarul acestui cântec.



Mai multe versuri

Monnalisa

I was born to rule this world
A mother nature's wonder
Ready to shed my brothers' blood
Yet still your doormat
Spellbound before the slit
That cracks the biggest mountain
Waiting to be blessed by your spit
Like if it's a fountain
 
Your mesmerizing smile
Just makes me lose my mind
 
For you I die
For you I sacrifice
As you're my one and only love, Monnalisa!
 
In line towards the womb
The draining march of the spineless
Drooling like stray dogs before the bone
We kill at command
 
Bright light of my life shine
Yet make my reason blind
 
For you we die
For you we burn alive
As we're those ones slaves to our own Monnalisa
 
'Quare iam te cur amplius excrucies?
Quin tu animo offirmas atque istinc te ipse reducis,
Et dis invitis desinis esse miser?
Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem,
Una salus haec est, hoc est tibi pervincendum'
 
I gave up my whole life
Encaged my freedom
Aged like a puppet wired to your middle finger
Drown all my wishes in remorse
Tormented my soul
Stepped on my dignity in the name of your love
 
Oh my Adam hark the snake
Forsake your lord for me, your goddess
 
For you I die
Why don't you care?
For you I sacrifice
As you're my one and only love, Monnalisa!
 

Backwater blues

Backwater blues. Traditional. Soloist: Bessie Smith
When it rains five days and the skies turn dark as night,
Then trouble’s takin place in the lowlands at night.

I woke up this mornin’, can’t even get out of my door.
That’s enough trouble to make a poor girl wonder where she want to go.

Then they rowed a little boat about five miles ‘cross the farm.
I packed all my clothes, throwed them in and they rowed me along.

When it tunders and lightnin’, and the wind begins to blow,
There’s thousands of people ain’t got no place tot go.

Then I went and stood upon some high old lonesome hill.
Then looked down on the house where I used to live.

Back-water blues done caused me to pack my things and go.
‘Cause my house fell down and I can’t live there no more.

Moan…) I can’t move no more,
There ain’t no place for a poor old girl tot go.

Alexander

Getting high at a quarter to nine
And you throwing all your favourite lines
And that red-head said he's living with you
And he copies everything you do...
 
And you throw your California smile
And you warn me this could take a while
So while you think of something to do
I'm thinking I could stick with you
 
Cause you're great Alexander, you're great Alexander
You've made up a name for yourself
Cause you're great Alexander, The Great Alexander
You've made up a name for yourself
 
In a town at the edge of the Nile
I can see that California smile
There's a boat with your name on the side
And it waits for the turn of the tide
 
In between your Casino and mine
I can see that there's a delicate line
And I can't tell our voices apart
And I can't tell your life from art
 
You're a ghost Alexander, at most Alexander
You've made up a name for yourself
Cause you're great Alexander, The Great Alexander
You're still sitting there on the shelf...
 
Cause you threw me California
The Great California
Ring me when you've had enough of California
You're a ghost Alexander
The Great Alexander
You've made up a name for yourself, Alexander
 
The first Alexander
The Great, Alexander, the Great's, the only man that you hate, Alexander
You threw me California
I can't beat Alexander, the Great's, the only man that you hate
 

Fete din Balcani

Știe să te dea gata
Nu o vrei pe alta
Arată bine toată
E bună de tot

Ți se pune pata
Dar ți-e frică de tata
Are ochii verzi fata
Și nu poți să o deochi

N-ai cum să ghicești ce vârstă are
În secret, crezi că e nemuritoare
Te gândești la ea, când ești singur
Crezi că îți face vrăji, dar nu ești sigur

Cuminți sau un pic golani
Frumoși sau cu prea mulți bani
Englezi sau americani
Toți vor fete din Balcani

Cuminți sau un pic golani
Frumoși sau cu prea mulți bani
Englezi sau americani
Toți vor fete din Balcani

Te scapă de belele
Chiar și de blesteme
Nu ai vise rele
Când dormi lângă ea

Te vor și alte fane
Dar parcă sunt banale
Nici ție nu îți vine
Să crezi că e a ta

N-ai cum să ghicești ce vârstă are
În secret, crezi că e nemuritoare
Te gândești la ea, când ești singur
Crezi că îți face vrăji, dar nu ești sigur

Cuminți sau un pic golani
Frumoși sau cu prea mulți bani
Englezi sau americani
Toți vor fete din Balcani

Cuminți sau un pic golani
Frumoși sau cu prea mulți bani
Englezi sau americani
Toți vor fete din Balcani

Asta e țara lu’
Becali și a lu’
Capatos și Mutu
Unde stau și eu și tu

Skizzo ambasador
În țara fetelor
Minorele sunt arrgh
Într-un stil major

Fata muncește
Uite cum crește
Toți la pescuit
Că țara e-n formă de pește

Băieții în Spania
Fetele-n Italia
Bani ca-n America
Aici în România

E frumoasă, dar se uită urât
Nu e Dracula, dar te mușcă de gât
Ea e Ana, ea e Ioana, ea e Bia
Perfecte, când le scrie pe spate
Made in Romania

Cuminți sau un pic golani
Frumoși sau cu prea mulți bani
Englezi sau americani
Toți vor fete din Balcani

Cuminți sau un pic golani
Frumoși sau cu prea mulți bani
Englezi sau americani
Toți vor fete din Balcani