it War - shove it Hate - shove it Politicians - don't cut it Blind dates - shove it Girls schools - we love it Crazy rules - shove it What do you do? You can shove it You can shove
Traduzione: Queen. Shove It.
feel the flowers breath again inside this dead machine swimming into nowhere thrill kill avenue, cuttin' her slowly liberty, she crawls to me I slept the last mile on our way to endsville shove it
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we're getting bills What? know what's love, like it's love is love Push, come the shove. What's ya'll gonna go with this shit? Yeah, play it, it's the
but Now it's '95 so let me drop a line This goes out to the young black queens On the neighborhood scene Who haven't lost their dream I know sometimes it seems like it
do whatever he feel Look at my billboard, I took a shit on Beverly Hills That's 'cause it's all about Crooked (Yeah, it's all about green) Around y'all
and you show me starvation On a black and white screen, this is your movie queen Stop and think a second (tune in-tune out) It's something more than
Gal yuh mek di shotta dem a shove up magazine Selector bag a lyrics inna your ears it a clean A you di finga point pon when dem ask who a di Queen Keep
TIME, TIME mag, mag You got me on the rag, rag Take your insults about the queen And shove them up your royal Timese machine But I scribbled it down
wear thin So I close my bloodshot eyes & dream myself away, I know I never found it hard, to love her from afar & I see her once again, the way this drama queen
t never learned How this world turn Thought it was over, huh Now we returned! To whom it may concern When you're hot you burn Maybe it wasn't meant to be Or it
a thousand words. Accept it, instead of believing these fairy tales... Drop it... Shove it... We've tried, but our throats are bloody... We can't swallow anymore, but it
god damn house boy! Last fuckin time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker C'mon daddy? I didn't mean nothin by it But when it come to...
me I'll love it, and shove it from proof to trial Because I carry the weight of denial I'll love it, I'll love it I'll love it, I'll love it Everybody
luger in his hand When he gets home to his children He's a family man But when it comes to the nitty-gritty He can shove in his knife Yes he really
fot the Queen & country & we're back here again Over the hills to the battlefield 10 thousand marching men We never say surrender butnow we must admit Shove
