, no Chorus: You're gonna miss me when I'm gone, you're gonna feel the way I do You can try to hide it, but you're gonna miss me You're gonna miss my
Překlad: Bouře. Vy jste Gonna Miss Me.
you did not let me die When it looks like life was gettin' away From me Ohhh You loved And clothed And you fed me woman I remember Momma You're my
me, yeah You loved and closed, and you fed me woman I remember Momma, you're my best friend, I love you And woman you've got to know you're my Prize
me - show me what I'm missing, won't you Tell me - 'cause you know I'm gonna listen Tantalize me with the fruit of your tree Tempt me Tempt me Each time you
, no you're never gonna catch me Never gonna catch me, catch me I'll keep runnin', I'll keep runnin' for my life And duckin' bullets while you're tryin
she tried to play me out That's the way it gotta be Yeah," that's what he said "Don't tell a soul, if you love me son" He gave me a hug. I said, "I won
a plumber They tell you what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger You'd have to be a Superman to lift as much as me partna Could tell you stay strong You're
you do. Because its me against you like 2x2 or 3x3 yes imma do me. Spell my name "T" "W" Mr capital "T". Oh wait I missed the freakin "I" "S", cause I
pigeon I hope you're listenin', smackin' babies at they christening So you better grab your pistol 'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin
s the game that I play like the Ouija board You can't see me but you will believe me, and need me If you look a little closer you can see The Shadow of
You run and you can hide but you won't get away It's the game that I play like the quija board You can't see me but you will believe me, and need me If
all night You gotta meet me to believe me, and beat me to achieve me And vision through your third eye to even try to see me I'm too dramatic, I'll
kind you'll never have again 'Cuz if you have a dead Christmas that means you're dead And that's the end" Have a merry Christmas you fuckin' chump Seasons
to miss the last bus to heaven See everybody gonna wait Aint gonna do be no fighting, no pushing, no cussing Nope not at the gate Cause everybody gonna
in your first life They gonna walk by you and speak, so No matter how hard I cry It just don't seem loud enough Lord I hope You're hearing me This goes
, nope, so why do you persist and try? Look me right in the eye and tell me are you that fly? That you can pick up the microphone, we stake the mic alone Hope that you
and miss the words Well at last the storm cloud burst and the church was told in vine That Brother Ira must stop his singing or the choir was gonna resign
