is not enough What makes you think that you're not one of us? A look in the mirror is not enough What makes you think that you're not one of us? Ordinary, ordinary Ordinary, ordinary
Traduction: Face To Face. Ordinaire.
you don't know what's there if you don't try so you've given in along with all of your friends and you're still alone the means doesn't always justify the end ordinary, ordinary
for tomorrow I push my life today I throw this in your face when I see ya I got something to say I throw this shit in your face when I see ya Cause
for tomorrow I push my life today I throw this in your face when I see ya I got something to say I throw this shit in your face when I see ya Cause I
[Dappy:] What we shared was no ordinary. [Tulisa:] I feel the same until you had to go and tear my heart like. [x2] [Verse 1: Tulisa] Six Thirty in the
Throw Me Them Keys And I'll Push The Galada And I Ain't Tryna Barter Vice Grips On My Hips And My Lips On The Tip Now Let Ya Face Take A Taste I Promise
did to them The game's been good to me [Lady Levi] Oh, you tink life is yours? Life ain't na somethin you can rap with Ooh come na ordinary game Da game
god I can fly high Witness my enemies Die when I ride by They shouldn'ta tried me Send they bodies to they parents up north With they faces they wrists
Continental you know that s---'s booming with the diamond in the back suicide doors you can look from here to eternity and never receive your morsel Another tale of ordinary
done Seamus the next one, tell 'em how you rock it son "Allow me to show you, hero." [Esoteric] We take it to your face like jaundice, accomplish Raps
Come touch me like I?m an ordinary man Have a look in my eyes Underneath my skin there is violence Got a gun in its hand Ready to make sense of Anyone
I open my eyes, I see your face I cannot hide, I can?t erase The way you make me feel inside You complete me girl, that?s why Something about you makes
Ah, you feel so good to me And it's so good when you're here 'Cause I'm free I'm feelin' the glory from that smile upon your face You lifted me high above my ordinary
with the numbers, Stash spot cool got a 50 piece humming Back up on my saddle n-gga hustle for my shine, Just an ordinary n-gga on a million dollar grind
hoes we don?t trust Guns in the cut bitch know wassup 20 on the slab, 50 in the jag Coming through the air hustling on her ass Ordinary nigga with extraordinary
