Thing To Have You Here, Tonight When You're Kids Like Us You Do Whatever Whatever it Takes To Get To Where We are Now Nothing Holds You Back, When You're Kids Like Us
Traduction: Mariage, le. Les enfants nous aiment.
Traduction: La bande sonore Wedding Singer. Les enfants nous aiment.
When The World Starts To Strees Us Out (Yes) I Jets Us Out To A Spot Where It Is Just Us Now We Connect On Every Play Shawty Lets Touchdown We Like Jlo
dealt me the blow, one of us had to go How you hurt me I want you to know One of us is crying, one of us is lying in her lonely bed Staring at the ceiling
[Chorus] Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G I remember the first time, girl you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G Girl picture us married, you and me;
like you do [x4] (Ooonononon I said they cant) [Nas:] She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was priceless Perfect definition what a wife is, I like
ya, I be on that mob shit You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch You get bombed like Lebanon [explosion] with my own tactic I snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids
nd place look like "You not ready for the raw deal It's all real, kiss the ring, be gone" [Verse 2] I'm the magnificent With the sensational style My wedding
of ideas, thoughts expose the road Painted pictures, mask very clear, like a spear Fallin' from the atmos, my raps soaked in the pages Kids I play with
hear Daddy's voice rise above them all He's got his belt in his hand and he's walking down the hall Us kids are fighting, us kids are fighting Sunday
bad When we're all alone she's as different as can be She's a part a my heart, don'tcha pull us apart She's like one of the family Oh no, trouble in
So she slid me the digits, mashed out in a bug A couple months pass, and we the item 'round town but I'm feelin' like the worm, like she just want me
dealt me the blow One of us had to go How you hurt me I want you to know One of us is crying One of us is lying In her lonely bed Staring at the ceiling
year We're so glad our new friends are here Daisy: You could be in Rome Violet: Madrid or St. Tropez Daisy & Violet: We're pleased you've joined us
Got soldiers all over, gettin crunk in this bitch Shoot up the charts with number one hits Shoot up the club, with a full clip How you like us now? The
country has an obsession with celebrity But who is to blame when we let them in on everything? From B's wedding ring, to beef meddling Ironic we on air, but they never let us
