Wake up in the morning feeling like P diddy Grab my glasses I'm out the door-I'm gonna hit this city Before I leave, brush my teeth grab a bottle of jack
Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy (Hey, what up girl?) Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city (Let's go) Before I leave,
Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P- Diddy (Hey what's up girl) Grab ma glasses I'm out the door I'm gonna hit the city (Let's go) Before I leave brush
You make me You make me You make me Tick tick tick Time you take it You look so good You take your time Tick tick tick time You take it Lets have a
The tic begins, where's the manned end? The climate change will never get in Silent and strong, prepossessed You never need to make your own mess Weasel
I gotta leave again, I don't wanna go Things can be so lonely on the road Could be a presidential sleep But nothing's ever like your bed at home Especially
Ese duende garrapata que se mete entre la gente viva su gracia y su compas con el petate guarreao y su bocina estropea. Desde muy lejos llega un
You see, baby I ain't goin' nowhere, no I'm just gon' wait on you Girl, I swear I'm here when you need me, you should know I can always listen, so 'Cause
Wake up in the morning feeling like Joe Jonas (Hey, what up red dress) Got my brothers, we out the door We got the night upon us Before I leave, grab
One night while sleeping in my bed I had a beautiful dream that all the people Of the world got together on the same wavelength And began helping one
Tick, Tick, Tick! Tick, Tick!, Tick!! Tick, Tick!!!, Tick Tick, Tick, Tick Tick!, Tick, Tick!!! Tick, Tick!!, Tick Tick, Tick, Tick (yessss....) You
Shadows of fear Cloud my mind This seems so real, Darkness in time Lost my mind Can you see this, A jacked up nation Will never get no rest, Throw
I know nothing of that clock, tick tock sounds game I was alone by the beach and stuck in it's trance, passing me by, Passing everything I could have
Uh, yeah, yeah, yo, it goes tick tock This is for my niggaz in the bridge, blocks Comin' through better hide your wrist watch Because niggaz, well, live
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Look at your face It's so fortunately arranged Don't look back I can assure you that you won't like what you see You step on my dreams I could whisper
Let's go tick-tits Well, have you seen her tits? When they are covered in ticks It's shit like that That makes monks shag their wicks Say, have you
Are you going out mama, you washed and combed your hair Are you going out dancing, i like the red shoes that you wear Everybody needs to live a little