Shoot your good-bye straight into my heart
Stop crying and go on, say it:
You're going away, you're leaving me, it's not worth it anymore
To try again, it has died
I know, you are a butterfly that flies searching for freedom
And I, a dying man without hope, knowing that you are leaving
And perhaps now there is nothing left to us
But now, love of my life, if you leave I want to tell you
I hope that what you are looking for
Is worth more than what you are losing
May the Good God go with you
And may everything go well with you, go well...
I hope that what you are looking for
Is worth more than what you are losing
Leaving me here, like this!
A dying man... a dying man, oh, oh, oh
You will always be my princess
So soft, as soft as silk
Lovely chinese-like eyes like a doll
And they hypnotize me with their beauty alone
But I am no longer going to suffer for you
Find yourself another man who will do so instead of me
The love I had for you is over
I am tired of begging
But tell me baby which is your falsehood
But you say you love me and why are you leaving
You accuse me of maltreating you and infidelity
But all of that is a lie, nothing about it is true
You are blinded by the lies of your friends
But they don't tell you that they want to be with me
Deep in your soul I know that you love me
After you are happy, I swear to you that I'll live in peace
I hope that what you are looking for
Is worth more than what you are losing
May the Good God go with you
And may everything go well with you, go well...
I hope that what you are looking for
Is worth more than what you are losing
Leaving me here, like this!
A dying man... a dying man...
A dying man... a dying man...
No longer are words needed
When that look of yours tells me you are leaving!
And here I am alone in a void
Imagining what could not be
And I wonder why you go and I stay
Because no one forces anyone to love each other
It was my turn to lose, but there is no bitterness
And I wish you good luck
I hope that what you are looking for
Is worth more than what you are losing
May the Good God go with you
And may everything go well with you, go well...
I hope that what you are looking for
Is worth more than what you are losing
Leaving me here, like this!
(Jah Rasta Far ih!)
A dying man...
A dying man...
A dying man...
A dying man...
It's Ghetto,
It's Geezy
Joey Montana
Preacher
Evolving the genre
These are my urban melodies