|
|
|
Songs And Music |
|
|
Home
|
|
|
|
Free Racija - Dobr Predcednik Lyrics Artist : Racija Title : Dobr Predcednik Album : I'm standing here looking in the mirror Saying "damn" to myself I should have known the day would come That she would find somebody else And all the things I took her throughShit, I shouldn't have lasted this long Now I'm at this telephone booth calling Tyrone 1 - Cuz when a woman's fed up (No matter how you beg, no) It ain't nothing you can do about it (Nothing you can do about it) It's like running out of love (No matter what you say, no) And then it's too late to talk about it (Too late to talk about it) Now let's talk about how it all goes down I used to make love to you daily When the night fell the same And anytime that you were hurt I could feel your pain And if I had a dollar It was yours, yeah And whenever we would go out I would front the billBut now the up is down And the silence is sound I hurt you too too many times Now I can't come around 1 - Cuz when a woman's fed up (No matter how you beg, no) It ain't nothing you can do about it (Nothing you can do about it) It's like running out of love (No matter what you say, no) And then it's too late to talk about it (Too late to talk about it) La da da da da la la da da La da da da da la la da da If you don't want to find out the hard way Then listen to this song while the record plays 1 - Cuz when a woman's fed up (No matter how you beg, no) It ain't nothing you can do about it (Nothing you can do about it) It's like running out of love (No matter what you say, no) And then it's too late to talk about it (Too late to talk about it) You can cry a river'Till an ocean starts to form, yeah But she will always rememberCuz she's a woman scorned And if you ever get her back It will never be the same She's cuttin' the corners of her eyes Every time she see your face Now your trust is out the door She don't want you no more You used to tell your boys, not me And she would always be there for you If you had took the time to seeWhat that woman meant to you Is what the mirror said to me, whoa She was raised in IllinoisRight outside of Chicago Some of the best cookin' you ever had Yes, it was and I miss her Hey woman, if you're listening I said I miss you baby
|
|
|
|
|
|
|