never play fair So shed a little light where nobody sees I built a bible for the saints with my disbelief And darling I know that you can't be sure of anything
's gonna be all right. it's gonna be all right. "hey, hey," said the table top, "don't be making like you're anything you're not."
(Chorus) I've been so many places In my life and time Yes, I've sung a lot of songs I've made some bad rhymes Top of the world Yet I aint never left
But me I need my song All my telephone lines are ringing I'm booked for the television In all promotion shows Qu'est-ce que j'vais faire Si j'ai pas
whole city I'm flyin' through the clouds, I'm soarin' through the air To see my Senorita, she's waitin' at the fair I'm goin' to Miami, I'm goin' to the fair
Or Never Sitting on the roof top In this lousy hot night Throwing pebbles down the ground And hope I will be right But I ain't sure About anything Leave
I can see how much he sellin' Well, why the heck he sellin'? They're supposed to be free Anyone who buys anything from him's a dummy Yeah, all he ever
I have soft spirit in a body between big boobs) Putain , freros jvais pas te faire de dessins ,Chicha raisin, jsuis musulman comme Michael Chretien(Damn, bro i won?t draw you anything
[Edie](spoken) Morning, all! Oh, what a beautiful ocean it is today! It's a sort of sapphire; I've never seen anything like that ocean... [Gould] Bum
wild breeze C'mon baby run with me Let's run Run with me Run with me Run with me Let's run The mansion is warm at the top of the hill Rich are the
my ass and pull my hair, he keep me in the house and he don't take me anywhere.. or buy me anything and I don't think it really fair. I say you got
whopped, I get brats who don't give top, I get tassel, pass you with a flow you could Never put a brake on, An I break on anything a nigga take on, Feel
Inner North London, top floor flat All white walls, white carpet, white cat, Rice Paper partitions Modern art and ambition The host?s a physician, Lovely
homie) back to back (Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything in between's a (motherfuckin
against my soul You can say I was on anything but a roll If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top What would I do with it anyway Maybe take
l'oublie , moi je lui donne ma vie Mais quand je le retiens, il me dit Refrain Beenie Man On the street just ballin Girls have been callin Drop top