Lirik Lagu Message Sent - Sage Francis
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
I've got some letters inside of my drawerthat should have been stamped and deliveredOne is addressed to my exit says I'm the type of kid who can't be lived withOne is addressed to my friendsit says I'm a mess so y'all can't visitOne is addressed to myselfbut I don't know what personality or hand to give it
I'm a God damn misfit...mismatched, but never missed muchMr Right-time-wrong-place with a long face until our lips touchI don't miss the mistrust, its what got our messages mixed upBefore I rip up your letters let us see if I can tear you away from his clutch
This stuff's a whole other drawerfrom a different dresser I'm not ready to addressI went to the west to get my mind off things and I'm already depressedI give up. Get let down. Down play. Play games. Put on my game faceFace my pharmecudial needs and feed on my medicine, but I don't like the way it tastes
I go place to place without enough money to put a bed under meSo I share my sleeping space with rodents, insects, and dust bunniesI laugh at the mess I've created for myself until it gets unfunnyBut I'm content in the fact that they don't expect respect, sex, love, or trust from me
When I'm hungry I can taste itI hide in the basementCheck up on me every now and thenBecause my mood swings low...and I can feel myself going down again
Falling off is easy. Getting put on takes a bit of ass kissingI'd rather listen to myself flop on the ground than hear the sound of a mattress springI rap and sing and talk and write and often type with 2 fingersThe "hunt and kill" methodI edit one third of a word per second
Your emails sit in my unsent box. If you're a girl that I missYou'll eventually get my virtual good bye kissThe rest are addressed to my friends and the subject line is "Just check this fine bitch"And the one for myself is untitled but...its the same virus
My w
I'm a God damn misfit...mismatched, but never missed muchMr Right-time-wrong-place with a long face until our lips touchI don't miss the mistrust, its what got our messages mixed upBefore I rip up your letters let us see if I can tear you away from his clutch
This stuff's a whole other drawerfrom a different dresser I'm not ready to addressI went to the west to get my mind off things and I'm already depressedI give up. Get let down. Down play. Play games. Put on my game faceFace my pharmecudial needs and feed on my medicine, but I don't like the way it tastes
I go place to place without enough money to put a bed under meSo I share my sleeping space with rodents, insects, and dust bunniesI laugh at the mess I've created for myself until it gets unfunnyBut I'm content in the fact that they don't expect respect, sex, love, or trust from me
When I'm hungry I can taste itI hide in the basementCheck up on me every now and thenBecause my mood swings low...and I can feel myself going down again
Falling off is easy. Getting put on takes a bit of ass kissingI'd rather listen to myself flop on the ground than hear the sound of a mattress springI rap and sing and talk and write and often type with 2 fingersThe "hunt and kill" methodI edit one third of a word per second
Your emails sit in my unsent box. If you're a girl that I missYou'll eventually get my virtual good bye kissThe rest are addressed to my friends and the subject line is "Just check this fine bitch"And the one for myself is untitled but...its the same virus
My w
