It's going to break and I can see it in your eyes All the choices made You won't be looking back this time Tell me what's left to say when it falls
It's going to break and I can see it in your eyes All the choices made You won't be looking back this time Tell me what's left to say when it falls apart
date make it go ape n raise ur heart rate (oOo oOo) we gon stay out late party till the morning n wake up late we do it til the day break we gon on n
Hurricane, The man the authorities came to blame For somethin' that he never done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of
heure qu'il est j'aurais fini macon Dans les apres-midi dansante y a plus de Champomi Ca **** mechant brolie comme ceux qui jouent la Champions League
: [CHORUS:] Make yaself, Don't break yaself Make yaself, Don't break yaself Be afraid cause I'm something your're not Don't be afraid cause I'm something
me break it down Five on the low with the funk for your town Down on the floor now let me see you move this time tonight now it's time yo groove who got the champion
t nuttin pretty See it in your eyes, see it in your face, son you pussy Step out of line one time get left mushy Champion never run never ran never will
motherfucker, just me and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin' eye!] [Portrayin', won't be payin'. Uh huh, Uh huh] [Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this Wally champ
crack career We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break Break
clientel My cartel Willie Star passed, Shit his piece, where's the Nobel? Oh, well, Siginin off as usual, The arsonist, leavin niggas lost in the stairwell Break
He'll get three cheers from you and me, hooray, hooray Uncle Sam will prove he's still the champ, Wea?ll close up shop and break up camp And we'll
discarded As the sun hits the shades, and tiger strikes my nightmares I'm finding all the feelings I've been searching for, alright Here in the moment, look into my soul Break
the ingredients to make this summer sweet Martha: Well, i got rags instead of riches Jason: And all these dirty dishes All: Just wish i had three wishes Gabriella: (Okay guys, break
TAYLOR: Do you think the paradigms of education and accomplishment concerned themselves with jocks or auditioning for musicals? JOCKS/BRAINIACS: I don't think so! (sung) JOCKS: Check out the champions
Ferrigno, ?Made? by the ?Nero?, look like a zero, Shine the spotlight, this is my night, Get your cameras ready, let it rain confetti, I'm a champion,
