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Prevod: Sting. Straight To My Heart.
straight to my heart Come into my door Be the light of my life Come into my door You'll never have to sweep the floor Come into my door Be the light
go straight to my heart Come into my door Be the light of my life Come into my door You'll never have to sweep the floor Come into my door Be the light
hard You're the bright star in my chart You go straight to my heart Come into my door Be the light of my life Come into my door You'll never have
't need too much persuading Give her all the heart she wants to take Now and then I wonder why cupid shot me with his arrow See my wings are melting near the sun Got my
let me sing it to my Capricorn day Hey hey My heart is a pure sun and the sky is black And I can feel cold steel when I turn my back It stings like
grip a strip off my sworn opposites Swarmith the unit of hornets who love to sting shit Bring me my mic case I wanna slice 'em to bits Start at the
a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift One whiff of Pow, you gets my divine stiff Brick rock, late night, hear the tick-tock of my
in my last testament and my hidden scrolls See my icon straight faced with a torn robe A beard and some cornrows The whole globe hears when I perform my
rip roar Heart felt truth in every lyric I spit forth Raise up time to lift off Written on a lega pad, poetry that sizzle the clip board My og, my homey
't no mo' My name's sting in your mouth like canker sores Been at war my whole life, sleepless nights Endless fights, but still can't walk to the light 'Cause my
well, it is well, There is peace in my dispare, Knowing God will hear my prayer, And I will cling, To the promise that He brings, Even death will have no sting
Straight ahead before me I see Castle towers Oh no, that means prisoners I hear the severed sounds Of dark And distilled Coated hearts Who's thoughts
, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise I got my
respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise I got my
