I had to lose With her every little move she's tellin' me I'm over you She's got the rhythm and I've got the blues Well that music's gettin' louder
Round and round and round my door I got starlight I got sweet dream I got my man Who can ask for anything more I got rhythm I got music I got my man
She's got rhythm, she's got something I need She's got rhythm, she's got something I need The place was near closing, I offered to take her home (take
I got rhythm, I got music I got my man, who could ask for anything more I got daisies in green pastures I got my man, who could ask for anything more
won't find him Hangin' 'round my door. I got rhythm, I got music. I got my guy, Who could ask for anything more? I got rhythm, I got music. I got my
I went and left her Now she's with somebody new out on that floor (Chorus) And she's got the rhythm and I got the blues And She's showin' me how
't find him Hangin' 'round my door. I got rhythm, I got music. I got my guy, Who could ask for anything more? I got rhythm, I got music. I got my guy
Now I feel the don, hey hey Now the heat is on, cuz this beat is on Now I feel the don, hey hey Hey everybody, everybody's got a rhythm That will make
Marley] Break past the anchor, we come to conquer Man a badman, we no play Willy Wonka [Nas] And I got the guns [Damian Marley] I got the ganja [Nas
Tone deaf - I've got no rhythm Tone deaf - I've got no pitch Tone deaf - I couldn't hit an octave If it meant that I'd get rich All I can do is shout
: 1873 was a very bad year for me. When all I feared just disappeared so suddenly. They got their tickets for the train. Raised their weapons and took
fessin' Make you take notes of the lesson The rhythm is something I cannot hide A feelin' that I feel, deep inside So talk about me while I make my money
Bone) Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all
: Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all, Y'all
you sleep I got her sneakin out Tupac ain't nuttin nice I'll be nuttin how I wanna, and doin what I'm gonna Now I'm up to no good The mastermind of mischief