Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Geluid


Koppel


Moeilijkheidsgraad


Accent



interfacetaal

nl

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie beleid   |   Steun   |   FAQ
1
registreren / inloggen
Lyrkit

doneren

5$

Lyrkit

doneren

10$

Lyrkit

doneren

20$

Lyrkit

En/of steun mij op sociaal gebied. netwerken:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Wiley

He Don't Wanna

 

He Don't Wanna

(album: Tunnel Vision: Volume 3 - 2006)


He don't wanna be there if I'm gong through bad times, I know that he still cares though
He don't wanna cook or clean or tidy up, look at him, he's still here though
He don't wanna see me with no boy, if he does I know that he'll leave me
He don't wanna lose me, never
Sometimes I wish he would go
That's 'cause he can see straight through her
He'd be better off if he never knew her
He don't wanna go through bullshit six years more, he's a money man, wake up
It's not that he don't really wanna break up
He don't wanna start from scratch with a new ting
He's got a gift, so why would he care?
He don't know why remains here
He's just here innit?

He don't wanna act up, on the high street, I will get snapped up
If I like a boy, and he treats me bad
Get my brothers, then he will get wrapped up now
They see me and they're like "wow", pretty got pressed and my batty is round
When I travel from town to town, I'm with Eskiboy, promoting this sound
He don't wanna fight no more, he don't wanna sing "who ate all the pies" no more
And he don't wanna get tied down, so he looses drive, don't try no more
He don't wanna struggle anymore, it's not Wellington boots in the puddle anymore
Life is a joke but it's not funny anymore
We ain't babies, ain't got dummies anymore
(Need to start growing up man, shit)

He don't wanna mess around, might see me in my new white dress, roaming in west
He don't wanna play about, might see my new boy car, in my strapless bra
He don't wanna hear that, I'll just go to the rave, I'll be drawing bare gash
Girl better know that I don't care, and I'm here for a reason and she ain't it

'Cause I was looking to be some like (Kinda like millionaire man) kinda like millionaire man (Like big Dyl)
You know them, them man with big papers like, that's what I want
Like man wants to fly in the sky like
(Rather than going to all the [?]) [?] evil, I don't know what you'd rather do
Fuck that man, that's long

klaar

Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?