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people try to tell me what they think is right for me think there's some value to what they got to say but i won't listen to them idon't need their advice
Chorus I don't wanna be a freak But I can't help myself. This is it; freestyle hip hop. I'm a freak soon as the beat drops. Grab the mike and start the
[Japan-only bonus track] Don't sing me lullabies I won't close my eyes, I can't close my eyes It's true, I'm doomed 'til dawn shines through
All I have are the way things go Well I don't know I just don't know Make up some simple lies And compromise How I live Cuz' either way I'll break your
That's right. Commin' to ya all day and all night, they are I don't have to mention them 'cause they're superstars We gonna' do a little something like
(feat. Neva Dinova) You said they laid out lots of coke, you you dont know how much you did. Now you dont want me to go home, because your afraid you
My life flows on in endless song Above earth's lamentation I hear the real, thought far off hymn That hails the new creation Above the tumult and the
So hard to let them go. the memories we all once knew. the things i'd do to get them back. knowing that i can't just hurts to much. i feel a part of
I could love you once or twice I think you?d find it very nice But then I?d have to call it quits And tear you're little heart to bits I think you're
I've got my eye on top shelf liquor, With taste so smooth it Hits you quicker. But you've only got the well. And I've got an eye for top tier women
Make a joyful noise to the Lord All the earth Make a hoyful noise to the Lord All the earth The flowers of the field Are cry'n to be heard The trees
Verse: Tenors: Can't nobody. Can't nobody. Altos: Can't nobody, nobody do me like Jesus. Can't nobody, nobody do me like Him. Sopranos: Picked me
I ain't often one Who'd be having a crisis in faith Though I would not be the one That you'd come asking anyway I ain't no big believer In the virtues
Mon amour adore la tele Les jeux debiles ses preferes Elle regarde toujours le loto Mais se fout des six numeros Les seules boules qu'elle veut vont
