DJ Khaled, we the best ***, we the best, man, listen Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money You *** really wanna talk money? *** real, that
Jesus met the woman at the well Jesus met the woman at the well And he told her, everything that she'd done, that she'd done And he said, woman, look
A devil and a savior, all in one Her eyes can heal me or they can make me bleed Her lips have me addicted to the poetry But never really knowing just who I am
Je suis une enfant Malgre mes quarante ans Malgre mes trente amants Une enfant Et je suis une fillette Une pitchoune une belette Et plume les alouettes
I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there I held my spirit to the glass To prove it possibler I turned my being round and round And paused
I went to Heaven 'Twas a small town Lit with a ruby Lathed them with down Stiller than the fields At the full dew Beautiful as pictures No man drew No
I shot my heart to let you go I shot it down for you but you don't know I let my soul grow cold And it's all, it's all I could Since then I've been reckoning
I look in the mirror and I am weaker than my reflection This image is all I seek As I restlessly wonder up a peek So I turn it off and on again Just
Ha hahaha...Heut brauch ich dich zum Träumen Heut brauch ich dich zum Träumen Ha hahaha...Heut brauch ich dich zum Träumen Zum Trä
Schliess'die Augen lass dich falln Sag mir was du magst was du so fühlst Für mich fühlst Zieh dir deine Sorgen aus Schlüpf in mich
(N. Brown /J. Rwakaara) © Copyright 2008 natfunk music BMI / Zikki Publishing ASCAP V1 I wanna write you a letter To say what?s on my mind, for the next
Well I brake for brunettes, blonds in Corvettes Redheads, I stop on a dime, now the way I drive It's a wonder that I ever get anywhere on time So don
Je suis une enfant Malgre mes quarante ans Malgre mes trente amants Une enfant Et je suis une fillette Une pitchou, une belette Les plumes des allouettes
I went to heaven, - 'Twas a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields At the full dew, Beautiful as pictures No man drew.
I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler I turned my Being round and round And paused
Se mi vuoi bene o no Non so capire Ma c'e qualcosa che mi fa male E se non fosse cosi Potrei anche morire Devo assolutamente sapere Non guardi mai le
(Sandy Ramos/Rhett Akins) Well I brake for brunettes Blondes in Corvettes Redheads I stop on a dime Now the way I drive It's a wonder that I Ever get
