Tight you hold my heart Far too gone apart Can’t you feel my heart Do just what you said You’re my weakness. All up in my head Want you in my bed. Oh you drive me mad Cost me all had I can’t run from this Oh I want it bad. Been alone so long I can’t stand you’re gone Ohhhhhh ohhhh. It’s all bad Hold my hands Fall too fast I’m kind of cursed, oh. Shut down the second you leave I shut down the second you leave. Cold hard (Shut down the second you leave) Control gone (Shut down the second you leave) I’m running on, never knew how To keep you all to myself. You say calm down, you’re not.
SKYLAR GREY) (David Guetta, Giorgio Tuinfort, Sonny Bono) Produced by David Guetta & Giorgio Tuinfort. Co-Produced by Ralph Wegner Publishers: Warner Chappell Ltd, What A Publishing Ltd ; Piano Songs, BMG Talpa Music . BUMA), Sony ATV (BMI). David Guetta featuring Skylar Grey.
Produced by Brian Wilson, it was the first of three studio albums that the band would release in 1964. The album is the first not to feature rhythm guitarist David Marks, who departed from the band following disagreements with manager Murry Wilson.
Cause every time you hurt me, the less that I cry And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry And every time you walk out, the less I love you Baby we don’t stand a chance, it’s sad but it’s true I’m way too good at goodbyes.
me it just makes me shut me down; I just want to be the best in my city, I’m reppin my town, - Yeah I don’t know what I’m here for in the first place, But when that curtain calls, I wanna walk out on the stage, When that curtains calling me - Second verse: I’m so tired of being compared . First Verse: Maybe the smile on my face, Is why they taking me for granted, Try to explain all my pain to you, But you won’t understand it, All the damage that you cause to me, Is mental, I can’t stand it, I am happy on the surface, But the pain is deeply planted, & you never were my friend, I knew. a plan, Instead of just copying trends, Take you a good look within, why do you wanna fit in, Look at these people around you, They dragging you down, Because they can sense power within, They hate on the plot, They wait on the clock, And me, I aim for the dot, I aim with this glock, My gun it is cocked, My.