Текст пісні Iafls - CLR

Iafls

Meron akong kwento
Walang halong imbento
Kung ano mang meron ka matuto ka ng makuntento
Bihira lang ako makainkwentro ng babaeng
Sumasabay sa kanta ko at di lang sa intro
Hanggang sa matapos, hangang mapaos at halos
Sa pawis ay naghihilamos na
Dahil sinabayan ng pag-talong ang pag-kanta
Kabisado nya ang mga letra tangina nasa tono pa
Ngayon sabihin mo man na ako’y bale
Tama na, ayoko na muling magkamali
Di importante ang mauna o ang mahuli
Ayoko ng mabakante sana’y punan mo kong muli
Don’t hate
It’s fate
Have faith
Appreciate
And sing this fucking love song
Don’t break it
Don’t fake it
Just face it
Then take it
And sing this fucking love song
I’m tired of those hellos, hi’s and goodbyes
I haven’t felt this kind of feelings in a while
We must be fuckn' fuckn' fuckn' meant to be
All my fellas in the south if you love your chick lemme see your hands up
And all the ladies in the house if you love your man lemme see your hands up
Ang baduy talaga ng pag-ibig minsan lang ako nahihilig
Sumasangayon ang himig kakanat ako 'gang sa maputulan ng litid
Ang baduy talaga ng pag-ibig minsan lang ako nahihilig
Namumulaklak ang aking bibig habang sa mga mata mo’y nakatitig
Pero magpipigil ako, alam kong alam mo na mahal na kita
Siguro ito na ang tanging paraan upang malaman ng iba
Ang korni di ba? ee ganun talaga. kulang nalang ay ipagsigawan ko pa
Hangang sa mabingi sila, hangang sa magsawa at 'di matamos ang kanta
Ngayon sabihin mo man na ako’y bale
Tama na, ayoko na muling magkamali
Di importante ang mauna o ang mahuli
Ayoko ng mabakante sana’y punan mo kong muli
Don’t hate
It’s fate
Have faith
Appreciate
And sing this fucking love song
Don’t break it
Don’t fake it
Just face it
Then take it
And sing this fucking love song
I’m tired of those hellos, hi’s and goodbyes
I haven’t felt this kind of feelings in a while
We must be fuckn' fuckn' fuckn' meant to be
If I were a canvas would you be the painting?
Its forms and lines and colors would be perfect
And it focused our love and its feelings
If I were a blank page would you be the ink dear?
Would you write down you pain or draw a heart with my name
And scratch all of your fears?
All my fellas in the south if you love your chick lemme see your hands up
And all the ladies in the house if you love your man lemme see your hands up
I’m tired of those hellos, hi’s and goodbyes
I haven’t felt this kind of feelings in a while
We must be fuckn' fuckn' fuckn' meant to be