: We will fly way up high Where the cool winds blow Or in the sun laughing having fun With all the people that we know If the situation should keep us
: Where are you going, my little one, little one Where are you going, my baby, my own? Turn around and you're two, turn around and you're four Turn around
: If you want to view paradise Simply look around and view it Anything you want to, do it You want to change the world There's nothing to it Come with
: Why are there so many Songs about rainbows? And what's on the other side Rainbows are visions But only illusions And rainbows have nothing to hide
be done Count all the bees in the hive Chase all the clouds from the sky Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh Winnie the Pooh doesn't know
Hey yo, Pooh Man get your lyrics together For this next song, man Ant man, I gotta fire up this dank first I ain't fuckin? with nothing till I hit the
and, yo, Ant, give it a spin Thought of something cool, rhymes definitely pumpin' Bassline groove and kick, drum thumpin' Using my mind like a Webster encyclopedia Pooh
[Intro] (Pooh-Man) Prep man hand me the motherfucking weed man (Prep) You don't want none of this bong *coughing and toking* (Pooh-Man) This is for
stamp Sticks her face in my ass and dismantles it She ain't your bitch, Pooh, you can't handle it 'Cause she's the type Pooh likes at first glance She
be done count all the bee's in the hive chase all the clouds from the sky back to the days of Christopher Robbin and pooh Winnie the pooh doesn't know
Winnie the Pooh Winnie the Pooh Winnie the Pooh Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff He's Winnie the Pooh Winnie the Pooh Willy nilly silly old
I can't seem to find, my way back to the wood Help me if you can I've got to get Back to the house at Pooh corner by one You'd be surprised, there's
When the cats and dogs are fallin' I'm recallin' you You said I'd be bored today And I don't know what I want to do Wise eyes tell me twice Dance like
and touch the ground I think of things to chew, like honey With a hefty happy appetite, I'm a hefty happy Pooh With a hefty happy appetite, he's a hefty happy Pooh
I'm just a little black rain cloud Hovering under the honey tree I'm only a little black rain cloud Pay no attention to little me Oh, everyone knows
't climb this tree If a Pooh flew like a bee But I wouldn't be a bear then So I guess, I wouldn't care then Bears love honey and I'm a Pooh bear So I
The wonderful thing about Tiggers Is Tiggers are wonderful things Their tops are made out of rubber Their bottoms are made out of springs They?re bouncy
(Facchinetti-Negrini) Devo stare attento e so perche rivisitando col pensiero gli anni miei fin qui da un po' di tempo io mi difendo segno e che al mio