go I gotta know, gotta know, gotta know Nine and nine make fourteen, four and four make nine The clock is strikin' thirteen I think I lost my mind You know
Traduction: Face To Face. I Gotta Know.
Whoa Gunfire left a hole In the tank Losing gasoline Fire is on my trail And its after me Hope it dont get here Before I get where Im going I gotta
the music Please don't stop the music It's getting late I'm making my way over to my favourite place I gotta get my body moving Shake the stress away I
Please don't stop the music [x4] It's gettin late I'm making my way over to my favorite place I gotta get my body moving shake the stress away I wasn
the music (Yeah) It's getting late I'm making my way over to My favorite place I gotta get my body moving Shake the stress away I wasn't looking for
: Don't you know you Natasha Bedingfield: Can go LeAnn Rimes: Be your own Natasha Bedingfield: Miracle Carrie Underwood: You need to know (Chorus-All) Mary J. Blige: You don't gotta
my face I?m tired of this love Being taken For granted, won?t you go away? Verse 2: You don?t know how I feel I?m for real I used to be in love, but
I lay my head down at night After a day I got perfectly right She won't know... She won't know... She won't know... So play little player, you gotta
it pop, I can do this all night shorty I don't wanna stop I need a go girl I need a go girl, uh Guh, go girl, go, go, go, go, go I need a go girl
you know, and you know That I know, that I know That we don't belong together no more And even though the memories still make me wanna believe The facts I gotta face
i park i splash i only fuck wit da trill dat aint no sucka task now lets accelerate n get 2 celebratin i'll throw my drink in ur face wit all dat playahation
it pop, I can do this all night shorty I don't wanna stop I need a go girl I need a go girl, uh Guh, go girl, go, go, go, go, go I need a go girl I
so you know when I get to the booth I go ham Cause I gotta do what I can So I'm like Kadoosh, kadoosh, kadoosh, I don't know which side I chant I'm
Okay so I'm on the beat What am I supposed to rhyme? What am I supposed to do in this booth? Am I to flow a line? What am I a spokesman now? What am I
it cool, I lit up that blue And then I flew away, in the middle of the day Man I gotta leave, I gotta escape I can't stick around, gotta fly away In
you can talk to the hand, I-I show you how to get rich, You gotta weak arm I'll show you how to pitch, maids don't play, I'll show you by the hit, and
