3rd degree The heat myestery spree Catch me when I fall some would have it said That there's no reason To be here But just love it all Night or day I
When I think about my baby I got evil on my mind When I think about that woman I got evil on my mind It brings teardrops to my eyes And sends chills all
pain If it's gonna rain down misery How come it all has to fall on me I've had my share, of love, life and money Lost all 3 ways, I'm here to tell ya
Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker You got to shake your moneymaker, yeah Shake your moneymaker You got to shake your moneymaker And then I
see a thing Got me accused of petting I can't even raise my hand Bad luck Bad luck is killing me Well, I just can't stand No more of this third degree
I been to New Orleans, I sure had a wonderful time I been to New Orleans, I sure had a wonderful time I was high, high as a Georgia pine You know the
Tin Pan Alley is a dirty place The very place my baby loves to stay Tin Pan Alley blues is killin' me It's killin' me I met a women down there I really
These women loving each other You know they ain't thinkin' about no man They ain't keepin' secrets no more They playing a wide open hand I saw a little
name Bad luck Bad luck is killing me (it's killing me) Well I just can't stand No more of this third degree Can't stand of this third degree [Instrumental
Übersetzung: Pop Will Eat Itself. 92 Grad Fahrenheit (The 3rd Degree).
Übersetzung: Pop Will Eat Itself. 92a0 F (The 3rd Degree).
Übersetzung: 3rd Degree. Be Mine.
careful with words First I was flattered by All the attention I wanted to see where this would go Then you got weird on me Obsessed to the 3rd degree
it's custom chrome, but I gotta go do a show So go on with ya bad self, just have it back to normal when I touch down [Chorus] [3rd verse: T.I.] From
appetites to bite from the tree of life smight, eadamite, sodomite, more bites, in the land of Kananights following six flame a lights, burning over 1 million degrees
: no cash, you don't wanna fuck with me i burn churches like persons in the 3rd degree with the strike of a match hit the gasoline drop pills! drugs
custom chrome, but I gotta go do a show So go on with ya bad self, just have it back to normal when I touch down [Chorus] [3rd verse: T.I.] From my
