neces znati ko sam, srecan pu, piso moja mala. Jednom ces ispricati deci bio je dobar al budala, bila sam s njim pet-set meseci, srecan put, piso moja mala
s nama Cekat cu te jos trenutak, duso moja, Onda odoh plesat sam Onda odoh plesat sam Jer to je, mala moja, rock'n'roll Rock'n'roll rock'n'roll ... Mala
: (Alain Bashung) Ma petite entreprise Connait pas la crise Epanouie elle exhibe Des tresors satines Dores a souhait J'ordonne une expertise Mais la
: Ihr Kinderlein kommet, o kommet doch all, zum Kiffen herkommet in Bethlehems Stall und seht, was in dieser hochheiligen Nacht das Gras aus Jamaika
: Ne m'raconte pas ta vie, Tu m'l'as deja servi. Si tu as des trous d'memoire, Pas la peine de l'faire voir. Je la connais par coeur, C'est la meme que
: Ihr Kinderlein kommet Oh kommet doch all Zur Krippe her kommet In Bethlehems Stall Und seht, was in dieser hochheiligen Nacht Der Vater im Himmel fur
: La mia piccola casa e il mio sogno piu bello un indirizzo da dare una cucina da usare una vecchia camicia molto anni settanta oggi e quasi di moda
: Ihr Kinderlein, kommet, O kommet doch all! Zur Krippe her kommet In Bethlehems Stall. Und seht was in dieser Hochheiligen Nacht Der Vater im
Artist: Scarface f/ Z-Ro Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com [Verse 1] When I was in the sixth grade, these niggas was bitch made They was thinking science
Into the pill I go Would you save yourself? Still (Thrown at) your wish it (Wanna) like a (like a) Bit of (Pressure) (Pouring something) like them (
I didn't know my mama That she had a son like me, oh no, he baby I say I didn't know my mama, no, no I didn't know she had a son like me Oh baby, baby
Silent in my sanity I live save inside my cell In the darkness that surrounds me I see my own special hell Comfort in my suffering Feeling warm inside
Every time my baby and I have a quarrel I swear I won't give in Then my baby starts to smile at me And I know, I know I just can't win When my little
My little princess Light up my life more than the sun My little princess, you are my only one So pure so lovely, your deep blue eyes So innocent, your
Ihr Kinderlein kommet, o kommet doch all, zum Kiffen herkommet in Bethlehems Stall und seht, was in dieser hochheiligen Nacht das Gras aus Jamaika
I don't get you I lost my way I don't get anyone I don't get any of this Seems nothing's what I get My x-rays black My small love burnt in the sun
My neighbours in the real world Are like the people in my dreams The numb walk with the wicked And I walk in between They're really hard to talk to But
