Liberamente ispirata ad un canto pasquale Ebraico Alla Fiera dell'Est per due soldi un topolino mio padre compro. E venne il gatto che si mangio il topo
Si je perds tous mes moyens, que je ne suis plus bon a rien, alors tant pis, c'est que tu me plais Si je ne rentre plus chez moi, que je vis comme un
I'm focus man yo Free why don't you holla at me man [Free]: Now who else but me slim waist with that swag Get on G five plans and fly fast If it ain'
'm leaving every piece of my conscious behind Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I'm such a hot mess, I'm such a hot mess I'm such a hot mess, with you With
(B. Barnes) Hmmm...hmmm... Hmmm...hmmm... I wanted the music to play on forever Have I stayed too long at the fair? I wanted the clown to be constantly
soil 'fore my grass will grow I need some spark to make my candle glow Relief I cried Ain't no shuck 'n' jive I need a mess of help to stand alone
Uptown, the street's in a calming way And outside is warm as a bed with a maid And I find it's all our waves and raves That makes the days go on this
A devil in a midnight mass, He prayed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class Resurrected from the past Hold your breath and count to four Pinky
A devil in a midnight mass Who preyed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class Resurrected from the past I was told that the world wouldn't believe
Alone at last, we can sit and fight. And I've lost all faith in this blurring light, But stay right here we can change our plight. We're storming through
me what you did You can call it what you want But I call it messing with the kid Elwood, Elwood! Yeah? You wanna mess with the kid? Nah Jake, I don't wanna mess
shit is about to get real serious Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad, Swizz Beatz, check it out {verse 1} yo it's like tic tac toe the god is back, make bitches
A la Fiera di San France M'aghju cumpratu una sumera, Ih ! anh ! una sumera ! Veni cun me, veni cun me, A la Fiera di San France, Veni cun me, veni cun