Cos it's alright No matter what you're feeling It's alright You cannot stop believing In yourself Don't let anybody tell you How to live your life Cos it's alright It's alright You know it's
You gotta pull yourself together It's alright Anything you wanna It's alright Keep in all your trouble Full-speed high Don't let anybody tell you how to live your life 'Cause it's alright
Traduction: S Club 7. C'est Alright.
life Cos it's alright No matter what you're feeling It's alright You cannot stop believing In yourself Don't let anybody tell you How to live your life Cos it's alright It's alright You know it's
ass beat put to sleep cause that's b game we too deep I'm what's poppin on grove street I'm smokin kush it feel like byrum Fuck out my way I stay poppin
your time, just look at magic, ya it was tragic, but he's still at it, lookin, functionin, and feelin fantastic, I know my people cry a river and it's alright
can make it clap Some really can't know Them Alabama girls said it's all in the ankles Speakin' of ankles bent over and touch your toes Rub it and make
she through with you Don't get impatient when it takes to long And drink it all even when it taste too strong yeah I gotta feel alive, even if it kills
me I was born not to give a fuck, wanna drink, get your cup Turn it up, throw it up, take the world, blow it up Somebody slow it up, roll it up, smoke it
chill Any given times a hundred G's in your grill Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got skills "He's alright, but he's not real" Jay-Z's that deal, with seeds
'm vexed, streamin' 2 set it off It's time we saw U with the N.P.G., the refs get off I mean we come off, I believe it's cuz of the shit we tossed
you baby don't let nothin' break Yo watch cause we don't care how much time it's gonna take Dance floor packed and it's lookin' like a lake It's obduction here's
Uhh making deposits till I fuckin' faint, New Orleans, nigga how about them fuckin' Saints, It's tight on our end call that Bubba Franks, Matter fact it's
it in time with the trumpet Princess: Candy cone lick it til it's gone Kick it take it home smack it Kit Kat Hang the phone hit that drive it home When
baby, pump me full of lead It hard to hold you when you movin' vulgar Peace sign on your eyes like John Travolta My pulp ain't fiction, it's an addiction
