Lyrics:
"Who can it be?"
He was a very dull boy, very taciturn.
Not much of a joiner, he did not want to learn.
No no.No no.
They're coming to get me,
lige fået løn, så det er ham der gi'r den første pint
Vennerne joiner, de har noget på hjerte en hurtig hovedregning tæller fem
Der skal luftes en løgn,
burger was a joiner, a man of no possessions
Everything to gain but nothing to lose
Then he swore allegiance to the British legions
Riding with the Khakis
kolosalle flammer
Ik som en drage, mer som en legende
Zoomer med Remee, vi er alt for kendte
Jeres damer joiner, de er alt for tændte
Hva' blir vores næste
We must never take these words too seriously
Words are very important but then if we take them too seriously
We destroy every thing
I'm not one
like the flows on pedals
Thats why theyre bitter like clove, fennel
Coming for the platinum, gold they cant hold me
All my raps are cold like
Huh, I want it like hey girl gimme that
Tryin' to milk the game like my label made of Similac
Lyric bunks are similar to semi automatic paperback
Oh My God
We was on the block Looking rare
And swarve It really Jar
Who be you to know What we think we are Superstar
Pretty Superstar
Prove me
I ever felt was pain in my system
Look at me I'm in the slums
Just turned 30, still living at my mum's
A qualified joiner but I'm outta work
Always
Tante fyller år, hun ble seksti år i går
Har spist femten kakestyker, er på tale nummer fem
Rundt meg er det bare grått hår
Tida snegler seg forbi,
Sondela lo wooew woza ngik phatha phatha
Ubuhle bakho bujulis'inhliziyo yam
Weh mabebeza
Now call out the waiter tell him the drinks are on us
S'yagidla
to the morning
Turned her from a loner to a joiner
I was out here gettin it for the summer
Big Holi Big Holi Big Holi Ayy
Eating on the cookie got the munchies
Pleide å si at Chirag var min fetter (word)
Jeg pleide å gå til alle chicksa
Og si jeg kunne hooke opp
Billetter (word)
Jeg var sånn fjorten år
Husker meg
I'll never be
See I'm the man that can tell you that I'm the man that can make you that
Broke, why you look when you not, even
There, here are the things
kan dere
Bare spørre de i lilla t skjorte
For de har gått her over
Et år liksom
Fadderullan
Fadder radder radder radder rullan
Kjør da
Joiner du
turning back
Once you get on that long road
I wake up early mornin', Tom Joiner
Cheesy Omelette , blowin' good Marijuana
Shawty bad you know I'm on her
Echoes of war along the distance
Shouting out loud deep in my heart
I'm on this boat without a destination
The gods are leading my own fate
No more
Astride that yellow bike
My kingdom for someone
Some folks are loners
And you learn from them
If you've always been a joiner
On the move again
But
Frogner fruers lepper
Sånn som botox ah
Sommern kommer hardt i år
Fem seks mill på en sommer
Det er en sommerjobb
Det er klart jeg flexer
Mine bands det er
keeping my head down
It all started here
Walking on a road like this
Singing at The Joiners
bowing down to Matt Le Tiss
Move like a suburban hurricane
Red
team and dance team
They like to compete
And if they don't win
Their parents ground them
Who's this? darling those are the mathletes
(Cool)
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