Cos it's alright No matter what you're feeling It's alright You cannot stop believing In yourself Don't let anybody tell you How to live your life Cos it's alright It's alright You know it's
You gotta pull yourself together It's alright Anything you wanna It's alright Keep in all your trouble Full-speed high Don't let anybody tell you how to live your life 'Cause it's alright
Übersetzung: S Club 7. Es ist in Ordnung.
life Cos it's alright No matter what you're feeling It's alright You cannot stop believing In yourself Don't let anybody tell you How to live your life Cos it's alright It's alright You know it's
it clap Some really can't know Them Alabama girls said it's all in the ankles Speakin' of ankles bent over and touch your toes Rub it and make it roll
through with you Don't get impatient when it takes to long And drink it all even when it taste too strong yeah I gotta feel alive, even if it kills me
me I was born not to give a fuck, wanna drink, get your cup Turn it up, throw it up, take the world, blow it up Somebody slow it up, roll it up, smoke it
Any given times a hundred G's in your grill Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got skills "He's alright, but he's not real" Jay-Z's that deal, with seeds in
All night, it's alright We can dance, but ya gotta keep it up a lil somethin' Like this [x8] Baby do you want it Like this [x7] Girl tell me if you want it
Dre get the phone! Mase: Chill Dre I got it. Hello? OREON: Hello? MASE: Yeah, who this? OREON: It's Oreon, Hi
gave you baby don't let nothin' break Yo watch cause we don't care how much time it's gonna take Dance floor packed and it's lookin' like a lake It's obduction here's
Uhh making deposits till I fuckin' faint, New Orleans, nigga how about them fuckin' Saints, It's tight on our end call that Bubba Franks, Matter fact it's
it in time with the trumpet Princess: Candy cone lick it til it's gone Kick it take it home smack it Kit Kat Hang the phone hit that drive it home When
baby, pump me full of lead It hard to hold you when you movin' vulgar Peace sign on your eyes like John Travolta My pulp ain't fiction, it's an addiction
chill Any given times 100 G's in your grill Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got skills "He's alright, but he's not real" Jay-Z's that deal, with seeds in
