Thrice – The Artist In The Ambulance album lyrics
Thrice “The Artist In The Ambulance” (2003) album More Thrice albums Cover Thrice albums Year Tracks count 2018 10 2011 11 2005 11 2002 13 2001 11
Thrice “The Artist In The Ambulance” (2003) album More Thrice albums Cover Thrice albums Year Tracks count 2018 10 2011 11 2005 11 2002 13 2001 11
[Hook: Berner] Don’t hate me Nah, baby girl I’m good, I told her like Don’t hate me Cause I’m grippin’ on this wood when I’m ridin’, girl Don’t hate me I’m too cold, got a neck full of gold, baby Don’t hate me Thirty fucking rounds in my drum, bitch [Verse 1: Berner] Brand new
Well alright, you gave it all up for a dream Fate proved unkind, to lock the door and leave no key You’re unsure, well baby I’m scared too When the world crushes you Let me be your shelter, shelterFrom a storm outsideLet me be your shelter, shelterFrom the endless night Disillusion has an edge so
[Intro: Nazaré Pereira, Big Sean & Young Thug] O sol vive sem amor Eu não vivo sem te ver Quem chega na maré cheia é cantiga de bem querer (Shit sound like Narcos) O sol vive sem amor Eu não vivo sem te ver Quem chega na maré cheia é cantiga de bem querer Metro
Leaves are falling all around, It’s time I was on my way. Thanks to you, I’m much obliged For such a pleasant stay. But now it’s time for me to go, The autumn moon lights my way. For now I smell the rain, And with it pain, And it’s headed my way. Ah, sometimes I
Hey, young buck In your muddy tire’d pick-up Dust on the dash, dust on your boots Keep takin’ them curves like Bo and Luke Hey young buck With your Jack in your sonic cup She thinks it’s strong so you cut it with Sprite Next think you know it’s all goin’ right It’s all night
Price / Peverett – Knee Trembler Music – ascap I used to be a dreamer, I can’t be that way no more,I used to be a dreamer, I can’t be that way no more,Only time has proved me wrong,You can’t live on love alone when reality is far too strong. Nightmare walkin’, creepin’ through the
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I’m just a poor boy (Poor boy) I need no sympathy Because I’m easy come, easy go Little high, little low Any way the wind blows Doesn’t really
“Don’t worry about a thing, ‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right. Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing, ‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!” Rise up this mornin’,Smiled with the risin’ sun,Three little birdsPitch by my doorstepSingin’ sweet songsOf melodies pure and true,Sayin’, (“This is my message to you-ou-ou:”) Singin’: “Don’t worry