: 1,2,3,4 Kiffa: Ehi ehi mezzo milione in tasca sai che gia sicuro ma ne basta solo uno per mandarti a fanculo diritto stiffo solamente Kiffa con il
four, three, two, one, four, three, two, one, four, three, two, one, four, three, two, one, four, three, two, one, four, three, two, one. [Part 1:]
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one day find again My will to Be? How many years did I waste? How many chances did I miss? I don't want to count them anymore 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
: (Terry Britten) One time two times three times four Hey hey hey hey hey hey Twelve angry husbands knocking on my door Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
be your number 1 number 1, number 1 The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number 1 number 1, number 1 [Kardinal Offishall] Kardinal
Faith, it looks familiar The walls, drop a portrait of my past And the hands of God they cry As every second of the hour goes by And the wheels kept
, i aint got nothin I got you If i , i aint got sumthin i dont give a damn cus i got it with you I don't know much about algebra but I know , 1 + 1
Going where the orange sun has never died And your swirling marble eyes shine Laughing, burning blue the light Bittersweet the drops of life, memories
I just want to be free I just want to be free I want to be free from all the hurt I want to be free from all the pain I want to end these lonely hours
You are, you are on a plane now And on your way up north Canada is so far from where you want to be Be in California With sunshine in your heart But
Hey there everybody Please don't romp or roam We're a little nervous We're so far from home So this is what to do Sit back and let it through And let
Oh my reasons And my ways Keep on changing From day to day As I grow It becomes so clear Why I'm here It's all here For you and me The beauty of life
Oh, my Life has passed me by The country I was brought up in Fell apart and died Oh, no Ooh, love no longer there Cold wind blew away the sun That used
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Driving down the concrete beams Looking around and it now seems Mama Earth is nowhere, gone from your eyes Hidden in the crust of man's scientific dreams
One One, two, three, four Sing a mean tune, kid Sock 'em in the gut, yeah, yeah, yeah Sing a mean tune, kid, oh yeah Sock 'em in the gut, yeah, yeah,
Cloudy every morning, sun don't never shine Cloudy every morning, sun don't ever shine, no Since I lost my baby, I been losing my mind I thought this