I'm gonna fight for you, J.B. Your passing made so many cry I'm gonna fight for you, J.B. Your passing made so many cry But you are resting now from
la la I?m in love, I?m in love, I?m in love with you, baby I?m in love with you I?m in love with you, hey baby I?m in love with you Now the sun will
up on the gas, got a hundred on the dash if the police run up on me I aint stopping for their ass boy you know my L's dirty if they stop me I'm goin
So now your pictures worth a thousand words You meant so much to me it hurts This tattoo on my wrist, this feeling can't be missed You meant so much to
Virginia's in the bath house sayin', "Don't drink the water" And I'm already in the swimmin' pool The woman in the straw hat said, "The meat ain't worth
t do it but I did it After telling everybody that I wasn't with it Though it brings tears to my eyes I can feel it And that voice inside says, "I'm gonna
As long as I'm with you it doesn't matter what we do Don't ask me where I've been Or what I'm gonna do just know that I'm here with you Don't try to
my phone is tapped I'm bad, Cool J, Cool J Cool J, Cool J , Cool J, Cool J I'm like Tyson icin', I'm a soldier at war I'm makin' sure you don't try
'm comin') How ya comin' baby? This is how I'm comin' (I'm comin') How ya comin' baby? (I'm comin') How ya comin' baby? This is how I'm comin' (I'm comin
running) I'm Not Perfect but I'm working (when u wanted more I would give u less and Lord I'm sorry) I'm Not Perfect but I'm getting closer the more
more [Chorus] Like the cold of a lonely night The draft of a window not shut tight I've got a hunger for being right That's what I'm living for I'm
partager Someone I love Someone to give to Someone who loves me With whom all share Quelqu'un que j'aime Quelqu'un a qui parler Quelqu'un qui m'aime A qui j
me in the A.M. It's about the way you hold me in the A.M. Somethin' 'bout a sweet rendezvous in the A.M. God, I like spendin' time with you in the A.M
Joe le taxi y va pas partout y marche pas au soda Son saxo jaune connait toutes les rues par coeur. Tous les p'tits bars tous les coins noirs Et la Seine
Marilyn peint sa bouche elle pense a John rien qu'a John Un sourire puis un soupir elle fredonne une chanson. Ni triste ni gaie entre deux trois interviews
Du destin La graisse des machines Sur les poings Il s'en va courir le monde Mon marin Le bon dieu est un marin Et le diable est un marin Sur le grand m
Marilyn was Russian And she called John... Admiration, vibration Just an L.A. The sun... Fast song Just power, just soul And just swing from the