Traum, Es ist uber Nacht passiert und alles wegen eines Blatt Papiers.. Und das alles verdank' ich blo? dem leeren Blatt Papier, Dann kam der Text
: [feat. Big Sean and Timbaland] [Timbaland:] Baby girl I think we need to sit and talk, talk, talk Playing with my money, paper, scissors, rock, rock
: I know we're all dusty records Waiting to play that perfect song for you and me to make time stop and disappear. Don't tell me "It's glorious because
: When Sunday morning dandruff turns out to be confetti And the cost of living in sin would make a poor man out of Paul Getty The girl in your dreams
: [Planet Asia] Yeah Ye-ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye, ye-yeah Ah one two [x4] La la la la la LAH, la la-lah [verse One] I was chillin on the corner, just me and
: Close your eyes one more time I won,t ever see you again Say hi to everyone Let's take the bus and leave the scene The worst goodbyes in the world
zuruck und denk an gestern und ich traume von der Zeit mit dir. Dieses kleine Stuck Papier nur ein Souvenier. Nur ein kleines Stuck Papier ein paar Zahlen
Baby, girl, I think we need to Sit and talk, talk, talk Playing with my money Paper, scissors, rock, rock, rock Blowing up my heart Just stick a pin
some bar, without some haters sayin' "Who do you think you are?" When I?m sober, I go on to win it Shit I bet they thought we fell off Bone Thugs-n-
(INTRO) BABY I KNOW THAT RIGHT ABOUT NOW YOU MIGHT THINK THAT WE AINT GONNA MAKE IT BUT DON'T WORRY BELIEVE IN ME AND CALL MY NAME WHENEVER YOU NEED
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay The little Lord
This is the story of the first Thanksgiving, once again by my drunk grandpa: Many years ago...Christopher Columbus and his pilgrim buddies come to America
Think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now I'll keep my mouth kept shut Under lock and key that's rusted firm, no lie 'Cause all these conversations
There was Zombi, there was Chino There was Jimmy and Chiarakaparos We agreed to split the stuff up At a Mexican funeral in Paris Don Alvaro, Jose Sanchez
, let's go out up on a date I'm knowen this perfect place, put a smile on your face Won't touch until you're comfortable Even though I'm want'n you By
I've tried so hard to keep our home alive But you don't even care if I'm around You tell me that somehow our love has died And you'd rather be set free
My flatmate told me, Said that you'd rung while I was out Celebrating being young And I was thinking while I was drinking, I'd like to think I'm an adventurous
Bullshit! Who the fuck do you think you are you've taken it a bit too far Believing that you're king shit in your fake fantasy A clown dressed to impress