holidays, holidays Say goodnight Means goodbye Know you think my life Would stop when you're away I'm lucky if we're speaking on the holidays, holiday
with you away. Maybe I can see you on the holidays, you're worlds away. I've never forgotten all our yesterdays. I'm lucky if we're speaking on the holidays
Übersetzung: Get Up Kids. Urlaub.
you on the holidays, but you're worlds away I've never forgotten all our yesterdays but i'm lucky if we're speaking on the holidays the evidence presents
: Hold on... *lighter flicks up* Yeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby *inhales* It'll get better... *coughing* Ay do this Thug style main, Thug
everyday, we get along so why can't they? If this is what he wants, and its what she wants,then whys there so much pain? So here's your holiday, hope
clique, come up outta your shit Get clapped in the wig, sold alotta records But we never gave a fuck so it's a wrap for the kids Gat to the back and the
yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop And ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less they in the wheelchair Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don't give
holiday all of a sudden face paintin's in style And I've been doin ever since Gilligan's Island was on but try to live all year though try pickin up
a free ticket and we'll be all right. Various people: stand up! Bend over towards us.Stand up on your knees, maybe. Turn up, turn up on your knees.
deny it, I'm a straight rider But when we get together be electric slidin' Grandma, get 'em shook up Aw naw, don't open the photo book up I got an Aunt
ho-hos. The other day he was laying around, up to no good, Bored with his life, so then and there he decided he would Make up a new holiday, get the whole
in particular This kid he was the vintage stick em up pro 16 years old, did his jail sentence, nowhere to go Every mornin calls his comrad to come and get
it comin back to 'em Everybody reaps what they sews, that's how it goes Innocent lives will be taken, it may get worse but we'll get through it Y'all,
this Made his kids just reminded y'all Throwback go back to the nineties y'all Look it up, hook it up, get the catalog We your favorite rappers, rappers
chh-chh, now give the goods up Ya'll done pushed up, past the point of no return It's Meth's turn, so roll that shit up and let's burn I heard Philly
I ask niggaz to gimme that, had out album, but I want Biggie back Got against you and your faggot kid folk it's just me tearin' up the disco It's all
I do it its still pure quality Never take holiday one of my policies Dont like the law so fuck what the police says Putting up notices asking you to notice me Just get
