Ayo - Slow Slow (run run)

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What have I become is that really me?
Look what I have done this is not who I wanna be
I gotta face myself gotta chase my Soul
Gotta free my mind get back my glow
I got to go
Yes I got to

Run run run run run run
Run for my Soul
I better go go go go go go
Making sure I go slow slow

I got to run run run run run run
Run for my Soul
I better go go go go go go
Making sure I go slow slow

I got to free my mind I got chase my Soul I got to be myself I got to find my glow

Things are getting strange guess I need a change
But I can t run away no I can t escape
I got to face myself got to free my mind
I got to chase my Soul get back my glow
I got to go
Yes I got to

Run run run run run run
Run for my Soul
I better go go go go go go
Making sure I go slow slow

I got to run run run run run run
Run for my Soul
I better go go go go go go
Making sure I go slow slow

I got to run run run run run run
Run for my Soul
I better go go go go go go
Making sure I go slow slow

I got to free my mind I got to chase my Soul I got to face myself I got to find my glow

You better run run run run run run
Run for your Soul
You got to go go go go go go
Making sure you go slow slow
You better run run run run run run
Run for your Soul
You got to go go go go go go
Making sure you go slow slow
Making sure you go slow slow
Making sure you go slow slow

Inne utwory

  • How many times
  • These days
  • Only you
  • Never been
  • Watching you
  • Life is real
  • Down on my knees
  • Without you
  • Letter by letter
  • Help is coming
  • Losowe utwory

    Ruszył partyzant do boju

    Ruszył partyzant do boju,
    Żegnał swą lubą dziewczynę.
    Żegnaj, dziewczyno, -czyno,
    Żegnaj jedyna-dyna,
    Ja ruszam w obcą krainę.

    Dziewczyno daj mi buziaka,
    Może już więcej nie wrócę,
    Może tej nocy-nocy
    Zamknę swe oczy-oczy
    I spocznę w ciemnej mogile.

    Marsz pierwszej brygady

    Legiony to żebracza nuta,
    Legiony to ofiarny stos,
    Legiony to żołnierska buta,
    Legiony to straceńców los !

    My, Pierwsza Brygada,
    Strzelecka gromada,
    Na stos rzuciliśmy
    Swój życia los,
    Na stos, na stos !

    O, ile mąk, ile cierpienia,
    O, ile krwi, przelanych łez,
    Pomimo to nie ma zwątpienia,

    Stand

    Waiting
    for how long I don t know
    it s a long way back from where I ve been
    and there s nowhere else to go

    so I ll stand
    with my face to the wind
    with my back to the world

    Iron man

    I am Iron Man!
    Has he lost his mind?
    Can he see or is he blind?
    Can he walk at all
    Or if he moves will he fall?
    Is he alive or dead?
    Has he thoughts within his head?
    We ll just pass...

    Makin whoopee

    Everytime I hear that march from ? Lowingrin?
    I am always on the outside lookin in
    Maybe that is why I see the funny side
    When I see somebody s brother take a bride
    Weddings make a lot of people sa-ad
    But if it...

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