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Dribbling down the court
Call me Caruso
Dribbling down the court
Call me Caruso
Dribbling down the court, call me Caruso
Aggie to LA, now play with

stummes Wort
Caracciolas Ruhm, sein Siegerkranz
Von Fred Astaire der letzte Tanz
Das Schmunzeln des Hauptmanns von Köpenick
Marlene Dietrichs Verführerblick

I used to want to be like Michael Jordan
Figure I would make the NBA and make me a fortune

Uh, every time I'm in my city, I be acting like my

Maggo MC, salve salve Michael Freitas. Oss!
Força, raça, atitude e coragem, Michael Freitas
Honra, lealdade e dignidade, Michael Freitas
Superando

Charles and Barry
And Nick and Mark and John
Michael and Terry, Henry, Sam and Ron
There was Billy and Willy
And Matthew and Fred
There was a James

bore.
It's tough in the queue, it's as unto a platform shoe,
Oh! trampled underfoot,
I'm fred astaire, I face the music and dance.

I'm not me.... I'm not

s'agite autour de moi
"Name it!", "Name it!"
Caruso, d'une caricature m'a honorée 
Casals, Cortot, Pierre Monteux
La reine du clavecin, Wanda Landowska
J'ai

Shrek at Christmas
A very Fred Sharon Christmas

And hello
It's me
I'm Michael Bubble
And I'm your jazz singer tonight
And I'm singing for
A very Fred

Caruso

Gavin Friday

Shag Tobacco

1996

bore.
It's tough in the queue, it's as unto a platform shoe,
Oh! trampled underfoot,
I'm fred astaire, I face the music and dance. 

I'm not me.... I'm

oh
Runnin drills
With my lot
They gon talk
We gon knock
If he a opp
He on lock
Klassiks on the beat
He caruso with the rock
Dodging the fakes
Gotta be

Woah

Ich bin am drippen so wie Michael Phelps
(Phelps) blow' mein Geld für
Pillen und Designer belts  (Designer)
Ich hab Dough  (Dough, woah)
So wie

haters yeah the Michael way
With that thing on my hip that take ya life away
I'll be a boss from this moment in my life to grave
I call the shots and they

strapped like dykes
Everyday Fred, that's my life
How you black like rice, when black not white so that's not right
And your ass not light
Your brown skin

your name ain't Fred then you can't relate
If your name ain't Santan you ain't my mate
If your name ain't Stormz then you ain't the 
Just a pair

(poor)
They used to tease me when I worked at the store
Now your hamster's dead, your girl's name is fred
And to top it off, your mother's got a big

 George Floyd with the beard
And the dreadlocks
Forget the dreads, just locks,  don't stop
I'm Eric Garner, John Crawford
Michael Brown,  Ezell Ford,  Dante

wing
We was youngins runnin' through the city
Strapped like Fred and Bokeem
Tryna figure out new ways to
Pull the same old schemes
And manifest reality

my head away
We gotta first world vision to complete
To lift our hands in the air and cry for a switch

Michael Stipe:
Father, father
P Diddy:
Father

rather be dead
Than turn my head away
We gotta first world vision to complete, to lift our
Hands in the air and cry for a switch

Michael Stipe:
Father,

my head away
We gotta first world vision to comfty, to lift our
Hands in the air and cry for a switch

Michael Stipe:
Father, father

P Diddy:
Father

my head away
We gotta first world vision to comfty, to lift our
Hands in the air and cry for a switch

Michael Stipe:
Father, father

P Diddy:
Father

empire
Tape it up so tight, that once it's acquired
You'll have to take a knife to it like you're Michael fucking Myers
I'm cranking shit out fast like

called when Uncle Fred died
I didn't want my mom to see me cry
So I got 'em all out on the flight back
People looking at me funny but it's like that
See

Goddammit
Kid, Loud, Fred, what the fuck y’all
(Wassup bruh) (What’s going on, bruh)
We really cold as fuck (You goddamn right) (Fuckin’ right)
Ain’t