Here we are, our hands are all untied We'd rather walk than ride Then ride and ride, and ride, ride, ride Ride and ride, and ride There you stand, your
Traduzione: Love. Zimbello.
shaking shahadies I'm picky iffy labodomy rhyme Swinga astrology Pardom me but part of me love to rip it explicit inside of me A torn wound surf we love
the condemned say To the blessed when they met on the path? "O you take the low road and I'll take the high for a laugh, (but if I'm laughing now it
ac Stagger when I walk, let my emeralds talk Terror's status, tote unquote top, never drop While the competition pleads and begs for us to stop The interlock, stack like stock
could share the love you'd shared with others, with me [Chorus] This isn't love so forever let it go...forever let it burn This isn't love there on
are ripe for containment Half dead man slut ever ready to love my leader Servitude is contagious (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!) CCWM a rain of the dead confetti The laughing stock
so broken hearted I fell apart when you departed then the joking started I was an open target, you play comedian And I became the laughing stock. but
must be the night Accustomed though I am To crying in the rain What's the point of counting sheep When by the time you get To ten or twelve you're asleep You are my love
keep it moving, I wanna see some bodies moving Move, move, yo yo [Verse 1:] Is you keeping it trill, speaking it real random Last years laughing stock
wages, my shit is more outrageous Laugh at you, your shit's more outdated So ga'head talk about your cash I'll tell you about the Stock Market crash
We love you lupe x2 (i love you, baby, i love you) (what up what up this jay z) we love you lupe(x2) (i love you too) uh, thats what they say to me
(feat. Sway) We Love You Lupe (I Love You, Baby, I Love You) We Love You Lupe [x2] (I Love You Too) Uh, Thats What They Say To Me And I Entertain It
Ummmm hello! I was wondering, how goth is my frock? see I got a thing for horror movies and mope rock but I can't shock my hair up (I ran out of stock
set my Lady's heart aflame! 1ST FOP His Lordship sure would die of shock! 2ND FOP His Lordship is a laughing-stock! CONFIDANTE Should he suspect her
feverish you face the fact You're in love, and it feels like shame Because she's gone and made a fool of you in public again You're in love, and it feels
was the real thing I'm besotted, he's besotted What a nincompoop, you're the devil in a frock I'm a naive nugget, and you made me a laughing stock [Chorus
kick me over your head and stock down Carry him Carry him Carry him And pray If I mail this letter you can send it back to me Just look I love you It
