there? Is anyone out there? Good mornin', good mornin', good mornin' Good mornin', good mornin', good mornin' Good mornin', good mornin', good mornin' Good mornin', good mornin', good mornin
Traduzione: You Am I. Mornin bene '.
it'd be alright and maybe I should come on over tonight she said do you think you should or could I said yeah I think I might yeah I think I might This
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1-2 1-2 I am the dominating Fresh Kid Ice And I am the Brother Marquis, Marquis your brother And introducing to you on the two turntables: The Treach
My mac-eleven make my nuts bigger I keep my finger on the trigger for you jealous niggas Wonder why a mothafuckas nutty And why am I worried When I see
You thought you had me played You funky cock-hoe You thought you had me played You funky cock-hoe You thought you had me played You funky cock-hoe You
butt Iron my jeans till they creased, put on nikes and a fleece She thinks I'm goin' to school, but I'm headed for them streets Before 12 am, I done
to kill She winked but I didn't think the hoe was for real [Chorus] What am I, supposed to do? When I'm takin' a chance, fuckin' with you My homeboy'
you believe To free your soul to fly Kinda hope that makes you see Your dreams can come to life Here I am and I'm gonna try to make you understand 'Bout
it. Yeah, I heard that. You been there haven't you. Yessir. I seen your boat there. I've been to Margaritaville a few times. All right, that's good. Stumbled
frighten when I said boo! Sayin' don't be afraid ma'am it's old Johnny Dhu. I met a little flaxy haired girl one day, Good morning little flaxy haired girl I say Good morning
Chorus: Butch Cassidy] Up early in the morn' (the morn) I'm thinkin' as I yawn (I yawn) What am I gonna do? Well I should call my crew, I call my crew
Beenie Man Zagga! Well I am di surgeon general Kymberli: I want me a mean green marine, all them lovers are sex machines Hey Mr. Lover wont you fight
I'm still a bit confused I still gotta question What happened? I don't know What happened? I don't know What happened? I don't know What happened? I don
art So I'm drawin' the line, and I'm crossin' the Ts And I'm dottin' my Is, barely catchin' my Zs But I'll be good by the mornin', on my global grind
I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I