There's a song we claim to know. It goes Love can change your minds Only if we give it time. I'll be tryin' She'll be callin' In good time.
Traduction: Nous avons tourné la LUNE. In Good Time.
So What's Good? Is You Crip? Or You Blood? Somebody Call Khaled Tell Em' "Ya Boy What's Hood" If He Joke Like DeRay My Heat Like D. Wade Shots To His
me [Young Noble Chorus] We will never fall Thru the war, we'll always stand tall (Why) Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthaf**ka soldiers [E.D.I] When we
the moon above Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love. Well, we crossed the panhandle and then we headed towards Amarillo We
But I could see a tear roll off her face As we both tried so hard Not to cry she said Chorus: I never wanted the stars I never shot for the moon
walk away We made love on the living room floor With the noise in the background from a televised war And in that deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say "If we
walk away We made love on the living room floor With the noise in background of a televised war And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say ?If we
's a joke, we're just taking a piss And the whole world must watch The sad comic display If you're still free, start running away 'Cuz we're coming for ya We
Sleeper:] One last time We`ll lay down today One last time Until we fade away One last time We`ll lay down today One last time We slowly fade away As
we? We the shit We the shit We the shit Cross your arms We the shit We the shit We the shit What are we? We the shit We the shit We the shit That's
neck And has to talk like this "I love you" She can drink through it, ya get used to it It whistle every time we kiss My kind of bitch gots one good
Aa-liyah I said hi 'Til the next time I see her, on the other side He was just some thug that, caught some slugs And we loved him cause, in him we, saw
silvery moon you got your crocodile boots, i got my john the conqueror roof we got beaver hats, purple spats, and a check out of time of noon good time
, Eric Bazilian Good times bad times Bad times good times We were twisting Chubby Checker style In a roaring sixties summer night We walked the moon
Parkinsons Breads in the bag, call it good marketing Life's a bitch but I don't cartigan? That's what a word to the third letter Shots, shots, shots
