high and now so low And why history has changed Right on that sunny day Can you tell her 'bout your heaven? What's your heaven? What's your heaven? Your
were high and now so low And why history has changed Right on that sunny day Can you tell her 'bout your heaven? What's your heaven? What's your heaven? Your
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face They livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise, bring your alibis Mirrors
Now ya bout to smell the aftermath of what the mack did Wannabe suckers wanna test, I'm tellin you, yes The teflon's bout to rip through your fuckin
scrape that plate) Got me on 750's straight from the plate (straight from the plate) You can call on your soldiers, call your recruits (uh huh) I do you dirty like
Like Jericho the work... ... Voices out of city surround You know what is wrong I'm a put your voice to work We gonna shut down heaven and earth That's
mirrors. (No more goodbyes.) That's all I ever got, smoke and mirrors. (No lies, you find your way there,) She show me what she's got, smoke and mirrors. (heaven
aaaaah, aaaah. Aaaaah, aaaah, aaaaah, aaaah. There's what you want. You walk away from me. This is not, this is not the way it was supposed to be Heaven
: Our names are written on the stars on heaven's tree Yes, nine by nine they die, just like you and me These peerless eyes look down, giving us our
What's life? Fuck life. Yo I'm telling you what. I'm a nineteen year old Rebellious fuck. Living each day like the next I might not wake up. That's why
.) [x2] What's life? Fuck life. Yo I'm telling you what. I'm a nineteen year old rebellious fuck. Living each day like the next I might not wake up. That's
make Muhammad Ali statements Whats up with your motto? Will you lead? Will you follow? Improve your values Education is real power I reach em like Bono
I really, feel like I'm rolling for __ like Philly, I feel like I'm losing control of myself, I sincerely, I apologize if all that I sound like, is I'
out Down by one or could be tied I'm fading back Winding up The championship on the line...but... What if there was a road to heaven That's what came
a nigga, got my nine on your liver (click clack) Fuck around and go blind on a nigga Do time for a nigga, put your mind on your mirror (POO POW!) All
'T EVEN KNOW A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THY DOOR, UNTIL YOUR MELON HIT THY FLOOR AND ROLL AWAY [Shaggy 2 Dope:] How can I stop myself from murdering your
say don't know how to act We like 'em just like that Fuck your Grammy's, fuck your Music Awards I strangle your host, with his microphone cord Fuck anybody