Musica de Ambrose Kenny Smith del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Ambrose Kenny Smith tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para
Yeah!
Going back to the old school
'Cause Ambrose hasn't sang enough songs tonight, yet
Yeah, man, how about you sing some more tracks, brother
Amby's gotta few more to sing tonight
Alright, this one's about, when I was 16
I went to a party
And my friend accidentally stabbed me in the neck with a broken bottle
But we're all good now
Yeah, man
We're all good, we worked it out
Yeah, we worked it out
Cavs went and sorted it out
Alright!
[Verse 1]
As a child I felt inclined
To fold my ears in twine
Never once was I confinеd
I picked and choosed about my ride
So bucklе me in before we set sail ahead
For it smells like cabbage
Got way too stale like death
[Bridge]
Oh, I was white as a ghost, I never felt so pale, woo!
Oh, that's right
[Verse 2]
So put it buried in your chest
With the rest of your drunken regrets
Inches from your jugular
As the room fills up in front of ya
It took them long enough
For them to stop and suggest
Boy, we better get him some help
We better get him out of here
[Verse 3]
How did I survive, should'a died
How did I manage to cope being alive
After all it was just another innocent play fight
I hope they don’t stop to sympathise
I try to stitch up the past to cure their whoremented heart, ah!
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