From tha paper everybody want a little drama Got movie stars "wanna be my baby momma" Imma on too ?? slash monsta Just got that clerk from that chick name Madonna
move is so erotic you can be my pre Madonna Damn girl I'm so excited Feel it girl don't try to fight it you can be my pre Madonna Ooooooo she's tighter
my facility a death world trilogy (you see that shit) Now fictional plots speak out through gunshots Battles won and lost at the of heaven's throne The sky rains
go away But if you stay I'll make you a day Like no day has been Or will be again We'll sail on the sun We'll ride on the rain We'll talk to the trees
are watching over me I'm in love with love Is it the rain, is it the weather Angels up above Is it my prayers keeping us together Is it the rain or
night to play tricks When you're tryin' to be so quiet? We sit here stranded Though we're all doin' our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain
A drop in the ocean a change in the weather, I was praying that you and me might end up together. It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert,
'cause the record never sold If you loved me I'd be number one Yeah, if you loved me I'd never come undone Yeah, if you loved me I'd be madonna rich
Filthy and anonymous in Jackson, a dozen keys to nowhere in his hand Black madonna, won't you change his luck and find him fifty grand? 'Cause he's
few [Chorus 2 - JR. Gong] Of the real friends that serve you long Your memories might fade Your real friends will serve you long Sunshine or rain Your
in the big rain in the big rain before we sleep, child before we sleep, child let your arms down, cover my head before the big rain comes we go to
I wouldn't be alive Chastized For tellin' lies Since then baptized look in my eyes Can you see the pain? Why does the sun shine when it rains? Hard times
fire began to burn It's insane, sane, sane But I'm standin' in front of a train, train, train Just to hold your hand In the pouring rain, rain, rain
One is Minneapolis And the other no less famous is St. Paul?s There are stray dogs on the highway And the local farmers moan about lack of rain When
Ma foix, my force, ma voix, my vows Gypsy Madonna, all your beauty's in your eyebrows Don't touch them, je fais le dernier parti, silently Finally. I
army out in Italy so Saw Mussolini's rise from the very front row I reckon he'd do likewise sooner or later Just one blast and the tear gas falls like rain