We want love all over the world We want love all over the world We want love all over the world We want love all over the world We want love all over
you ever wonder in your life, what then? Were you ever hit by lightning twice Or ten times thinking All we do is live and die If all we did is live
Traduction: Men Without Hats. Love (Tout Le Monde).
Traduction: Men Without Hats. Tout ce qu'on fait.
We'll mark the days we quit feeling for We keep drinking all our pain to sleep. No sound of chapters ripping pages away. Page by page, It's too late
that Longest rappers up bout freestyle, Screw did that Now they sipping syrup worldwide, Screw did that Tip your motherfucking hats nigga, Screw did that [Point Blank] What the fuck y'all
suckas can't read? or don't understand what beware means? frontin hard like 'y'all dont scare me' the prime hit cha attack from all sides of 99 dimensions
for the 'Ac, and a bitch to blow her back I need the coke to come back, mad time on a jack I got the Fendi sweaters, all I need is the hats I need the
gun I'm popular nigga the police know me Just cause of this rap shit i'm rich now homie Man when you not around I got your bitch all on me She want to
[Intro] "Ladies and gentlemen" [scratching: Vinnie Paz] "Y'all better listen to this" [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Yo, yo, I'm Jesus my right hand writes diseases
where I go to learn the things about the universe I'll need So I can build a stamped 'Cause I'm all up in your face again, I'm all up in your face
Acrobats & Comets are floating by so fast Children's faces S.M.I.L.E. like suns at last Lilac butterflies are cruising without fear All inviting you to
window of a limousine Of course it's fancy dress And they're all looking quite full on in bunny ears and devil horns and hats Anticipation has a
the window of a limousine Of course it's fancy dress And they're all looking quite full on in bunny ears and devil horns and hats Anticipation has a
excitement in the boys But the policemen look annoyed Perhaps these are ones they should avoid Got a chase last night From men with truncheons dressed in hats
Hats made of silks and satins Seaqueens and ostrich plums I want to wear mascara Polish my nails real bright I want to be an actress Actresses play all
the century. And all those people passing by, and the town crier makes his cry at the turn of the century, turn of the century. Big wide hats
drunk I was a joker, the wannabe punk that got lucky Had a good time Life became fruitless Egotistic swine to all your friends All the ladies and the
