Some people make it What can I do I just want to live on my desire Some people bring it What can I do ohh baby... oho... Some people make it
Some people make it What can I do Some people bring it What can I do I just want to live on my desire Desire oho baby Dans tous mes soupirs, Je ressens
! (Some people make it) And it make' me crazy! Some people make it So why I couldn't do it? I just want to live on my desire! Desire! But some people
her And cruise around wit her for seven hours through California And have her wavin at people (Hi!) Then drop her off on the corner at the police station and drive
' and no brake lights Rolled down the drivers window Slipped his gun down under the seat Glove box full of cocaine Trunk was full of weed "Driver's
Originally from the album "El Norra Alila"] And I see that slowly your tears are drying And I see an ocean made by your crying And the ocean that's within
see an ocean made by your crying And the ocean that's within... And I see misery to forget it I must And all of the memories are lost And the ocean
all time Some people want it all some only want the fun But I'm here to let you know that I'm all about the love Some people let it show some people
Oh yeah....oh yeah Not a never from me well...it beats watching you My baby saw some happy people yesterday, that I never knew Never too much violence
cruise around wit her for seven hours through California And have her wavin' at people then drop her off on the corner (Hi!) At the police station and drive
parked your car their but yet you keep lookin' 'Cause your mind didn't except yet that somebody took it So your scratchin' your head and tryin' to get things clear And there's always some
the sound of ataris kills working class men who know that they'll never drive fast cars again heroes are broken the cello is burnt pictures of babies
Mmm, oh yeah Mmm, mmm, mmm, oh yeah Allow me to introduce myself As the Big Daddy Kane A smooth lover from around the way That's bound to drive any bitch
