I just cut my hair, I got new shoes, I got my time I sing the blues. I got no pokets, But I got a muse And I got a bag for what I use. It's going to
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Übersetzung: U2. Liebe Rescue Me - (Mit Memphis Horns Und Bob Dylan).
The stone that the builder refuse Will always be the head cornerstone-a; sing it brother The stone that the builder refuse Will always be the head cornerstone
: The stone that the builder refuse Will always be the head cornerstone-a; sing it brother The stone that the builder refuse Will always be the head
The stone that the builder refuse Will always be the head cornerstone-a; The stone that the builder refuse Will always be the head cornerstone. You
up,get up,get up,come on (come on) Have me come for [Bizzy] One,two look at the tally they drew my picture with Bob Marley They probably wanna kill me
me blow your mind It's the dominant conglomerate prominent and I'ma get What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob to the beat [chorus] [Andre 3000
: © Bob McDill Universal Polygram International Publishing Inc. She?s a barmaid in a west Texas dance hall She?s there ev?ry night till they close
were lucky and then we'd play cards. We didn't have any signals 'cause we didn't need any. Nobody had any cars. That's right! And on the corner, on particular corners
the middle of fire Dirty Island, drag bodies to the murderland Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand [Method Man] I remember in the elevators when we was playin' corners Now we play the corners
the middle of fire Dirty Island, drag bodies to the murderland Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand [Method Man:] I remember in the elevators when we was playin' corners Now we play the corners
a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though But I got a gang of Niggas walkin' with my clique though Welcome to the melting pot, corners
punks in the press That want to start shit by printin' lies instead of the things we said That means you Andy Secher at Hit Parader Circus Magazine Mick Wall at Kerrang Bob
get this gonna live exquisite Oh oh, Oh oh (get yo hands up) Somebody dance beside me, 'Cuz im feelin' good at this party Yeah, I'm fly just like Bob
you think it?s pretty He goes "Don?t be so cocky, I?m just doin? my job" Well your job?s fucked up Don?t say you?re sorry ?bout it Bob You?re enjoying
and lime Turn of the time Or five for a couple of bob. Good for a cold You'll never grow old For wheezing there just the job. Around the corner In the
you help me? a nigga need a job i?m desperate, for some corn on the cob i?m helpless, will i have to steal and rob? no black? dinner so i got to ask bob bob
