And here's a story about being free
And here's a story about... being free
, give me a beat from eight-oh wait happened to your lips, you can't prove your telling the truth, you can't hurry beauty like you can't escape jury
brought rum, he looking for clean cups No snacks here, you won't be dancing on peanuts Strictly hot food, keep you nice and strong So you can go on and
- if I can't stop lovin' you Never leave me - I don't know what I'd do Please forgive me - I can't stop lovin' you Can't stop lovin' you
brighten up the darkness You know that I'm tired and you know that I'm stressed You can't stop me and you can't stop this You could call the police try
The kind of man you want in the end Only then can I begin to live again [Tshawe Baqwa] An empty shell I used to be Shadow of my life Was hangin
