Тексты песни «Confetti»

[INTRO] Undertaker take me under oceans of oil I'll be twenty-thousand blades of grass through the soil, even- (fucker) [VERSE 1] Undertaker take me under oceans of oil I'll be twenty-thousand blades of grass through...

[Chorus] Your confetti ain't even heavy, nigga Got the win, I want the record, nigga What's a crown if you don't protect it, nigga? What's a name if they don't respect it, nigga? Nah, your confetti ain't even heavy...

As she tries, To maintain her innocence, It's her word against theirs, With everything that they've said, They've got her running from, The few left that care. Rumors consume her, From the edge of her bed, Out...

(Chorus) Throwing confetti, baby get ready Bet they come get it, cause we throwin' confetti (Verse) I been feelin' good All up in they phoebe, haters cannot see me What's really good, when they hear me sing my heart...

He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've The story's getting closer to the end He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've He'd rather be alone than pretend She just wanted him to love her but...

We hit the ground runnin like a marathon Suddenly we got lost in the momentum Took the risk and let my guards down Believed that you were gonna stick around These fairy tales turning into these nightmares The mask is...

The number to the house is on the door But every time you open it as if you are not sure If you even live here anymore, Anymore... I know what you're about to say I know that look there on your face But I'm tired of...

Avec ses grands yeux chocolat Et ses allures de gourmandises On la dirait sortie tout droit D'une enorme pochette surprise. Moitie ballon de baudruche Moitie papier de bonbon Elle pourrait s'appeler Fanfreluche Mais...

[Verse 1] We had love so strong my heart couldn't take it You took it in your hands and resuscitated You said, me and you against the world You said, you and me forever girl I felt every cell fall in love with you, but...

Skinny little brats Walking down Avenue A Dangling their cigarettes Their Independence Day Tears like filigrees Wear them on their sleeves Nobody's main squeeze It's thirty-five degrees Poetry of ordinary life...