I can't find Oh, give me a reason to be beautiful So sick in his body, so sick in his soul Oh, give me one reason to be beautiful Oh, and everything
can't find Oh, give me a reason to be beautiful So sick in his body, so sick in his soul Oh, give me one reason to be beautiful Oh, and everything
Übersetzung: Hole. Reasons To Be Beautiful.
hole But I keep on laughing Doesn't really matter There's dozens of reasons for explaining my soul When I was a teenager Suckin' booze with the Vatos Discussing who was gonna live to be
Fluff up your pillow an lay your head back [Chorus:] YOU Be pillow talkin You Don't be pillow talkin (Don't say nothin) YOU Be pillow talkin You Don't be
dead nap Fluff up your pillow an lay your head back [Chorus] YOU Be pillow talkin You Don't be pillow talkin (Don't say nothin) YOU Be pillow talkin You Don't be
Affair Where we'll be getting down and won't be coming up for air So, you can leave your nose at home You might wanna rent a blow hole, oh (That's how
't help but smile I resemble my mama to be truthful And I ain't got to describe her, you know she beautiful Shit, I always love my mama Blow holes through
lennon "they can't all be ballads julian" and bruno said what anders said some producer said to young lennon "they can't all be ballads julian" open up your eyes and see the beauty
be the worms in your apple pie Fake abuse for our bios, blacken our own eyes Grass isn't greener on the other side We set it on fire and we have no reason
excuse the expressions What it be like up there baby boy, ay this here ya son hollerin' at ya I miss the shit out ya, it's hard to be without ya But
[Intro] Where's my penis? I have no penis in my butt hole - there you go Yeah.. yo, yo Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have; I'
felt alone Relatively well-known around the New York underground But I kept thinking of her and how we used to be down The sound of her voice, and the beautiful
still felt alone Relatively well-known around the New York underground But I kept thinking of her and how we used to be down The sound of her voice, and the beautiful
'cause I don't tote one Mag - I tote two Mags Quik ta leave ya flat on ya mothafucking back Put a hole in ya head and a hole in ya chest Nigga thats