Lyrics:
(One, two, three, four)
A picture tells a thousand words
Some of them were mine
Combing through the evidence
Afraid of what we'll find
say you be wife material
Make I take you places I go fly you international
Gucci, givenchy I go buy for you
Girl I no be christ, but I go die for you
one in California who's been calling my name
'Cause I found me a better friend in the UK
Hey, hey, until I made my getaway
One, two, three, they
sorry for me! I can't express my feelings! I can't tell the truth! we are all alike. at puberty I was sworn to secrecy by the international brotherhood
to the radio station
Planes and people passin’ by
And certain ones they catch my eyes like
Hey
I’m not one for conversation
But maybe you are
She said
Aye, mate
Three by three, four by four
One by one, two by two
Three by three, four by four
(Here we go, hey)
You add the meat
Subtract the pants
Divide the buns
look out my window same three dogs looking back at me
Every time I open my windows cranes fly in to terrorize me
The power of the Holy Ghost
The power
nice
Ah odikwa right
Yeah party tonight
Meet tonight
At 3:45
Ah odikwa nice
Ah odikwa right
Yeah party tonight
Meet tonight
At 3:45
Where will I go
Where
look out my window same three dogs looking back at me
Every time I open my windows cranes fly in to terrorize me
The power of the Holy Ghost
The power
Ye ye ye yeei uuuh yeah
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Padded with power here they come
International loan sharks backed by the guns
Of market hungry military profiteers
Whose word is a swamp and whose
We were put here to grow
We were put here by the others to evolve
Bred by them, bred for war, bred to better serve their cause
Mutated human weak DNA
or refusing all third lights
This is radio clash on pirate satellite
This sound does not subscribe
To the international plan
In the psycho shadow
Padded with power here they come
International loan sharks backed by the guns
Of market hungry military profiteers
Whose word is a swamp and whose
two won′t go
Three into two won't go
I drive by your house late at night
Just to see if your old man′s car's at home
I′m tired of calling and hanging
on the TV
And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty-three
And are still more amused by TV shows
What
the ghost of you clings!
These foolish things remind me of you
©Copyright 1936 by Boosey & Co. Ltd.
Copyright Renewed
All Rights for U.S.A., Canada
Dialogue, "Where would you like to spoon?"
My cue, with you, underneath the silvery moon.
By the light of the silvery moon,
I want to spoon, to my honey
a camera by my side this time
Hoping I would see the world with both my eyes
Maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm
In the mood to lose my way with
Three coins in the fountain,
Each one seeking happiness.
Thrown by three hopeful lovers,
Which one will the fountain bless?
Three hearts in
to
When I was promotin and passin demos At Universal Music Coolest little black kid, livin In the ghetto
Now My Music International and l got fans
know you've got your own version of the truth
There's only three things left now I can do
Deny, deny, deny
Well I was allegedly dropped
By a truck
Champion
Popcaan,jahmiel type beat Instrumental by TR3Y T3RY Obama
And acrobatics I'm superstar status, the mouth of the South like gangsta grillz you bastard,
The international traveler, and I may not be much to you but I'm
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