Übersetzung: Das Holiday Plan. Warten.
while playing this its hit or miss. theres no point telling me anything i never hear. never here not out of choice. theres no way im waiting this long
I never will And I know On holiday, The green green grass of holiday. So look down, look down, Everybody loves you oh And my my my can anybody fly This plane
: Its only 3 your plane lands at 8 Girl its been so long I can hardy wait Girl is u i cravin' Can't wait to see you baby I can't work no more Can't concentrate
the games, you're likely to miss Warner Brothers Inc. got bank, keep countin' Rule from here to The Moron Mountain Here's the game plan, listen up Toon
time I suggest, You and I devise a plan, Just a means to escape all the pain and sufferin'. Got so much here on my plate and you sayin we should wait,
These bitches so cranky give dem a hanky But mami I'm cold give me me my blanky [Speakin:] Whoa Whoa ok ok whoa whoa holiday wait hold on hold on holiday
frankie These bitches so cranky give dem a hanky mo mommy I'm cold i need me me my blanky [Speakin:] Whoa Whoa ok ok whoa whoa holiday wait hold on hold on holiday
love me Get yourself on me No, I can't escape your love We'll be waiting for love (I can't escape your love) It's gonna find me My fit need a holiday
you drip, drip, drip Can you, can you get me up? Like I'm wait for the first class So I can give it to you rough Like a first draft Would you like a paper plane
flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out And we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside And the plane
them We kings of the planet Earth, Gods if you will Yo, cash be my ?, it's about to get stupid These niggaz trying to stop our plans, peace to it I never
like to I think you are really fit You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it So when I looked at you standing there with your hoard I was waiting in
holiday We can go to the club or hide away We can do what you want to, baby I know you're really busy and I know you've got plans But are you really
beds And glad bags, yeah, glad to be back 'Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehab Fuckin' doctor, I ain't understand a damn word he said I planned
you're gone I sit around so blue I just can't wait on Saturday that's my holiday with you Monday Tuesday Wednesday wonder if you miss me too Thursday Friday Saturday makin' plans
her there's no pretending to feel the way i feel i'd never second guess myself if everything was real she could keep a secret she could make the plans
This flurry of plans is over, over And I'm sorry and glad together Our bustling house is sane now, sane now And I'm sorry and glad together Didn't it
