Lyrics:
Więc robiąc wszystko, by być już
Tam, a nie tutaj, wybiegłem z chaty
Na śmierć zapominając o butach
O kurczę! Do domu nie wrócę
By nie budzić matki,
One afternoon I came to hear
You sing a soft song into my ear
Who would have thought quite by chance
We might engage in a loving dance?
Coming
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
Everybody
to men from heaven all gracious
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
For lo the days are hastening on by prophets seen
Was stolen by conquistadors for rappers to flash and then...
Centuries later paid in maximum cash so
Throw shade, throw hands, won't blow the chance
"You and me are the world" she said
"Nothing else is real
The two of us is all there is
The rest is just a dream
Always meant to be, I can feel
What time is the next miracle, I want to be on board,
Save me a seat by the window where I can see
All those marvelous things to be seen out there.
when the rents due
Yet thankless if things do improve
And nobodies moved by what you’ve been through
It's all about the groove the publics into
We was
I don't have it all figured out
I've been taking it day by day
I tell myself get out the way
I'm gonna let You handle it
Somehow You been working it
Beyoncé's album, "Cowboy Carter," a musical tale
Eighth studio creation, a journey to unveil
Part of a trilogy, after "Renaissance" shone bright
In
of Hearts
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside
I wanna set off alarms, deal out the cards
Smoke cuban cigars and get kicked out of bars before two
But only if it's with you
I wanna drive down
Where ever you go, where ever you may wander in your life
Surely, you know I'll always want to be there
Holding your hand and standing by to catch
tourné, j'crois qu'tu t'es rayé
1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2
Là j'suis dans l'studio, dans la bre-cham
Ouais y'a plus l'temps, nan y'a plus l'temps
Rallume la flamme,
cared
Can't believe I'm scared
The thought of being impaired
By you're fake love
Yes I'm aware
Watched you eating dumplings
Got my stomach rumbling
But
Hey, wanna make an album
Got that chopper on my lap
She handin' out my phone
But I never text her back
I'm tryna get this bad bitch
To sit on my lap
Wallbanger
Conceived in the fire by you warned through disasters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the black mack
real estate property
Constant passive income
While in my big studio recording album
Money streams autopilot
Vacay to Paris
Mansions for parents
Adani
a psychotic break comin' on
Snapping two by fours
Punching holes in dry wall
Feel like a psychotic break comin' on
Chalking up my dead friends
Come along, catch a Heffalump
Sit with me on a muddy clump
We'll sing a song of days gone by
Run along now, don't be glum
Get you gone, now, have
What's the big deal about Garth Brooks
What's he got that I ain't got
Except the biggest country album in history
And girls screamin' in the parking
play the pussy like a cello
Hood baby I was raised in Sacramento
I don't trust you I won't let you pay my bail
I could pay my rent if I was up in jail
Two people were married
The act was outrageous
The bride was contagious
She burned like a bride
These events may have had some effect
On the man
One by one
I leave alone
Two by two
She leaves with you
Three by three
They're looking for me
Four by four
They find me find me by the door
One by
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