any plane I can imagine Honestly, I want to free myself From the burden of inaction Honestly, I want to raise myself To any plane I can imagine Can't carry on
for pleasure It's four in the morning should know better But she can weave a spell Want it to last forever Making me feel like somebody special Can't carry on
Vertaling: Crowded House. Kan niet Carry On.
north, the melody Stick to your mind like paste, it can't be erased Face to face, I overpower like bass To the climax, I don't carry a sax I carry a
Swing low sweet chariot Comin' forth to carry me home Swing low sweet chariot Comin' forth to carry me home I looked up on Jordan and what did I see
-huh, uh-huh. Krayzie: Niggas look out. We in the muthafucka house. We in here now. It's goin' down, steppin' through the crowd, sippin' on Hen, and we
business [Chorus - Faith Evans] What we gotta do to make them see We got a good thing going on Wanna tell the world if they don't know That what we
they, asking me what that mean cause they ain't never heard of that ay do it fat and that new money made me pop hard but don't forget I still party like
child. mostly, I couldn't. it wasn't meat loaf, it w T chicken and rice, it wasn't six hot-dogs at lunch with kraft dinner on top, it wasn't sloppy joe
-6-5 And ain't no doubt about it, yeah, I'm all the way live See, I push a brinks truck so I'm always on full I ain't waitin' on those lies, 40 acres
get hectic Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic Everything is real inside my mind, these days You can't make it if you ain't affiliated with crime
your pistols Dirty won't be havin' it in this house 'Cos bitch I'll cripple your style Now that you heard my calmin' voice You couldn't get another nigga, hootchie won't
baby mama Get wild, okay Freeway got the hood on smash Pop in tape, step on gas and get ghost nigga Freeway got the club on lock, step on stage Set
rainbows grow to carry a bear who's sliding Brave Heart Lion: well I have a rock in a cave below just perfect for hiding Jason: do you have a house
and I'm a stunt 'til I can't no more Chest lit up like the oaks from the diamonds I sport Yo, I can't be touched, don't think I'm too much Nigga I'm
carry got buried in the backyard Caught between a scotch and a cinnamon Pop-Tart The bell doesn't work, foo, you better knock hard Line by line, I'm doing fine Ideas on
