Lyrics:
roll up on the biddes like feel these
In a size 56 Phillies
In jersey I got the nets on
That you can bet on
In d.c. I couldn't pull it
Without
numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your
that's too hard to read it
But if you look you'd see how you look through me eyes
But now one more chapter's gone by, and I know
It's time to move
of romance
Were the best
When you kept your cards pressed tight
Against your chest
But soon, soon, all too soon
She'd understand
And she'd see and feel
the stardom
I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems
I've been through it headed right for the bottom
D.C. naw, would've been a sniper in Harlem (so
the stardom
I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems
I've been through it headed right for the bottom
D.C. naw, would've been a sniper in Harlem (so
higher
Then you'd see I'm down so low
I keep fallin', fallin apart at the heart
Keeps me wonderin' when does the gettin' over you start
It's hard
thrilling you is killing me
I haven't seen you in so long
Right now your just a voice on my telephone
You say you'd see me tomorrow
But my tomorrow's
to get it on, we marched upon the lawn
out in D.C., stated our word is bond on TV
Unfold the prophecy left in the cold by democracy
This whole world
miss the things you never thought you'd see
There's still so many things I want to be
Sometimes I just don't even want to sleep
In a New York
An awesome pad in Washington, D.C.
(If you vote for me)
I'd play golf all day with heads of state
If they brought beer, wouldn't that be great?
I can't
wicked joker's
kill, southwest thrills)
Southwest is in the haugh!
D.C. is in the haugh!
I'm in the haugh, in the haugh, in the haugh
Hamma, hamma, hamma
lèves les bras, lèves le son
J'rappe dans c'drôle d'état
De Paname à Lyon, c'est Pac' avec Anton Serra
Pour tous les rejetons
Les watts nous bétonnent
O2S'n
Ça va r'tourner des dressings si là ça sign
J'ai du trois des lucky mais pas d'massa
C'est un massacre pas d'massage
Que d'la réalité pas
machtig. U geneest.
Am G Em, Am Em. C D Am, C D Em. G A Bm C.
aussi
Le marché noir ne cesse jamais
Il y a une forte demande de shit yeah
Fuck ton C.D.I. aussi
Fuck ton C.D.D.
C'est pas avec c'te shit là
Que
Choo-choo, choo-choo, chooka-chooka, choo
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
Hoodoo, voodoo, seven, twenty-one, two
Les soirs de pluie
Les vacances et le vent
Et ton corps blond
De soleil et de sable
Un an d'amour
C'est irréparable
Un an d'amour
C
Les soirs de pluie
Les vacances et le vent
Et ton corps blond
De soleil et de sable
Un an d'amour
C'est irréparable
Un an d'amour
C
Man die without knowing
We fight as legions
Against a crown of treason
On Hadrian's Wall
Oh in the morning, I rise
Never thought I'd see a morning
Yeah
Like that, yeah
Like that, yeah
Like that, D.I.T.C., '97
So what you sayin'?
Now, it's the mad magician with the ill deposition
No
a Christmas tree
And no pink elephant I'd see
Though I'd be drunk as I could be
Still I would sing my song to me
About the time they called me "Jacky"
If
When you first left I thought I'd surely die
I couldn't see a future without you by my side
We're not together but I'm still alive
I'd rather not see
Never thought we'd ever b apart
Never thought I'd ever see the lonely, lonely shade, shade of blue
Never find another with your smile
Why'd I have 2 go
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