know it's Christmas time at all? Tom Chaplin: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin & Sugababes: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin
it's Christmas time at all? Tom Chaplin: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin & Sugababes: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin
I know it doesn't seem that way But maybe it's the perfect day Even though the bills are piling And maybe Lady Luck ain't smiling But if we'd only open
[Verse One] Life is but a dream to me I don't wanna wake up Thirty odd years without having my cake up So I'm about my paper 24/7, 365,366 in a leap
my ass kicked but I got back up Lost my way, found it again Had one long buzz and a dozen best friends In that Wal-Mart parking lot In that Wal-Mart
When i was a boy i was ill from dust on the windowsill there?s lines that run through space cause space is such a dusty place where did you go? why
in beef Ja and Fred Durst, both of them jerks Got put out the game, ha, ha, ya lames! Paul's Chris Lighty, Tracy's Nicki Martin Boxes of ox, sarge is
jeunes filles un peu coquines Que des messieurs plus ages taquinent Au bord de tres jolies piscines Dans les Jaguars sublimes Et les Aston Martin "Bonjour
and We're marchin' side by side and My people laugh, my people cry My people ride and die Who are my people? Dr. Vernon Johns Dr. Martin Luther King,
repping Act like you got plex, and I'ma cock that weapon And make a nigga get to stepping, like Martin Fuck up they face, and have it looking like Martin
besser, in Bewegung man sonst schie? ich was willst du mir eigentlich erzahlen du Friedrich die Kuckucksuhr tickt, guck die Kuckucksuhr tickt sie macht tick-Mitternacht, deine Mutter bums ich Martin
[Chris Tucker: sample] I know you don't smoke weed... I know this...but I'ma getchu high today [Chiba:] Tell me where you get it We get it from the
sword they knight you, they gon' good night you with Shit, that's only half if they like you That ain't even the half what they might do Don't believe me, ask Michael C. Martin
(feat. Chris Martin) [Intro:] Star Kutt Ya dap ta da da (yah) She crazy Girl dem cya listen no Neva listen to me (yeah) [Verse 1:] Loving you baby
be my wife, say I'm looking for a whip, that's the love of my life Now with a driver I can drink like I'm off the bottle Martini glass filling, that'
better From Breakin' an' Beat Streat, Ramo and Lee To Paid in Full and Eight Mile, Life in the D From Murphy to Richard Pryor, funny as hell To Martin and Chris
and just get nauseous and walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin startin shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!") I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
