for love x2 Ride this ticket to love, come on yeah, yeah, yeah Ride this ticket to love, come on Ride this ticket to love, come on, come on, come on Ride this ticket to love
Übersetzung: Will Young. Ticket To Love.
win, no problem [Spider Loc] All money ain't good money, this I know But I still love hood money, I gets my dough And as a youngster, a nigga went to
revenge is mine But he drinks, and drinks can be fixed Sing me one more song, about ya love me to the moon and the stranger And your fall by the sword love
Run around and flinch from the sound of the gavel when the judgement lands Break the silence with my own young hands So I can replace emotion where the boneyard stands Time ticker
, no, no. It'll just take a lot of looking after. Well think about you, amsterdam. It's a lovely dog, huh. Yoko: yes, it's lovely. John: thank you
at the crooked cops, BLAOW!! (Another One Bites the Dust!) (And another one down, and another one down Another One Bites the Dust, Hey!) Wyclef, Dirty Cash, Young
The Law [x14] [First Verse: Playa Fly & Terror] [Playa Fly] I bring your cizourt procedures, your regulations and rules I bring your tickets, citations
Love is a feeling of affection Tryin to take, tryin got break, tryin to make Are you real or are you just a fake? Is it front or money you make? Will
That Way I Will Never Cheap Talk And I Call My Mommy Sweat Heart, She Call Me Sweet Daddy And She Gladly, Loves The Way That Daddy Batty, Yeah Baby Whezzy
mine but he drinks, and drinks can be fixed Sing me one more song, ha, about ya love me to the moon and the stranger and your fall by the sword love affair
and get the fuck outta town This nigga shit make the world go round It's that black nigga Ren, duck when I bust Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love
seem to hate you The ones you hate only seem to date you Girls will often tell you you come on too strong You got to take it slow to make the love last
realize that we're all the same Yo Dre, tell em (We're all in the same gang) [Young MC] Brothers killin other brothers I thought the idea was to love
the Preacher's son It's the world tour, too hot Y'all know better, let's go now Guantanamera, Celia will always love ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana Guantanamera, Celia will
the crooked cops, BLAOW!! (Another One Bites The Dust!) (And another one down, and another one down Another One Bites The Dust, Hey!) Wyclef, Dirty Cash, Young
