Josh Hoge – Breaking Free Lyrics
Josh:]We’re soarin’, flyin’There’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach
Josh:]We’re soarin’, flyin’There’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach
Bruno MarsI wanna be a billionaire so frickin badBuy all of the things I never hadI wanna be on the cover of Forbes MagazineSmiling next to Oprah and the Queen
I’m taking a moment just imagining that I?m dancing with youI?m your pole and all you’re wearing is your shoesYou got soul, you know what to do to turn me onUntil I write a song about you
You’re everything I thought you never wereAnd nothing like I thought you could’ve beenBut still you live inside of meSo tell me how is that
I’m still alive but I’m barely breathingJust prayed to a God that I don’t believe in’Cause I got time while she got freedom’Cause when a heart breaks, no, it don’t break even
Ohh wooaah Ohh wooaah Ohh wooaahYou know you love me, I know you careJust shout whenever, And I’ll be thereYou want my love, You want my heartAnd we will never ever-ever be apart
Now listen to me babyBefore I love and leave youThey call me heart breakerI don’t wanna deceive you
Coming out your mouth with your blah, blah, blahZip your lips like a padlockAnd meet me in the backWith the jack and the jukebox
Caught in a bad romanceCaught in a bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ahRoma, Roma-maGaGa, ooh la laWant your bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ahRoma, Roma-maGaGa, ooh la laWant your bad romance
I can make your bed rockHaters in the building niggaI can make your bed rock (girl)I can make your bed rockI can make your bed rock
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!Caught in a bad romanceOh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!Caught in a bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!Roma-roma-mamaa!Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!Want your bad romance
Ooo, that body’s like music to my earOoo, that body’s like music to my earOoo, that body’s like music to my ear’Cause what you want is right here
[50 Cent Intro]Have a baby by me; babyBe a millionaire Have a baby by me; babyBe a millionaire Have a baby by me; babyBe a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire
Down in a local barOut on the boulevardThe sound of an old guitarIs saving you from sinkingIt’s a long way downIt’s a long way
I don’t wanna feel no moreIt’s easier to keep fallingImitations are paleEmptiness allTomorrow’s haunted by your ghost