it's Christmas time at all? Tom Chaplin: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin & Sugababes: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin
I know it doesn't seem that way But maybe it's the perfect day Even though the bills are piling And maybe Lady Luck ain't smiling But if we'd only open
know it's Christmas time at all? Tom Chaplin: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin & Sugababes: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin
[Verse One] Life is but a dream to me I don't wanna wake up Thirty odd years without having my cake up So I'm about my paper 24/7, 365,366 in a leap
in beef Ja and Fred Durst, both of them jerks Got put out the game, ha, ha, ya lames! Paul's Chris Lighty, Tracy's Nicki Martin Boxes of ox, sarge is
jeunes filles un peu coquines Que des messieurs plus ages taquinent Au bord de tres jolies piscines Dans les Jaguars sublimes Et les Aston Martin "Bonjour
and just get nauseous and walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin startin shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!") I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
(feat. Chris Martin) [Intro:] Star Kutt Ya dap ta da da (yah) She crazy Girl dem cya listen no Neva listen to me (yeah) [Verse 1:] Loving you baby Still
paid, that's all I gotta say, I'm like who knew? That after all the years I'd make a Weezy fan out of you too When I met you, you were Thom Yorke, Chris Martin
(feat. Chris Martin) [Verse One] Life is but a dream to me I don't wanna wake up Thirty odd years without having my cake up So I'm about my paper 24/
(feat. Chris Martin of Coldplay) [CHORUS:] Go ahead'n roll it up and pass it around... Cuz there's been a lot of bullshit going down A lot of soldiers
bis Mitternacht und les dir jeden deiner Wunsche von den Titten ab. Deine Freunde warnen dich: "Dem kann man nicht trauen." Ich mach dir schone Augen. So wie Chris
see what he's seen but then take'em right back to see Martin Luther's dream I dream that I can tell Martin Luther we made it but half my black brothers
you have to wipe locusts off your rides But I'm warming up, oceans is on the rise I be Ocean with 11 associates on my side Colder than Chris Martin guitarin
you go straight to the mall and call your girlfriend up tell her you bought a fuck'em girl dress nuttin' less-more-than-a thinner-sinner-Chris Dior fitter
the beds of trucks We were stumbling our way through life till our senior year But man we sure did learn a lot in that Wal-Mart parking lot In that Wal-Mart
and just get nauseous And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin Startin' shit like some twenty six year old skinny Cartman I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
