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du boulot,
Avec délice, j’passe mes pantoufles
Mais vl'a qu'il rapplique aussitôt,
M'agresse, à me laisser sans souffle
Est-ce que mon Georges se
mean to me
Do you know what you mean to me
You don't ever match my energy
You use me then get rid of me
I'm always yours
Regina George
Regina George
I'm
plane."
"American bandstand. And now, here he is, the star of our show, Dick Clark."
"Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do
[Chorus 2x]
Some people call it dro some people call it Kush
If it's some mutherfuckin killer Imma call it George Bush
Imma call it George Bush Imma
think they'll break my throat
Daddy do you think you changed the world
All I want is justice for George Floyd!
Daddy do you think they're really dumb
your ear like Frank Ocean
It's only you, it's only you and me
It's only you and me, under these sheets, telling me what to do
Shorty love the top,
kids, George?
What happened to these men?
How could she be this cruel, George?
Will this happen again?
Do you believe the stories, George?
Of all
You should recognize love
Before it's too far to hold
I'd take trips down that St George Strip
Just to see if you would notice
I'd take trips
You see no wounds, but I do suffer
You see no teardrops, but I cry
I try to see your desperation
Through your eyes!
Come with me, let's walk
insane
Who is there now to fucking blame
Hello george you gonna pay
Hello george you gonna pay
Hello george you gonna pay
Hello george you gonna pay
want, George?
I needed you and you left
There was no room for me
You will not accept who I am
I am what I do
Which you knew
Which you always
George
Everybody screamin' your name hope I could talk to you
Man
Do you feel the pain
Wonder if you hear us in heaven lookin' up to you
You're
Sie rufen, „Ali Bumaye!“
Ist das alles, was du hast, George?
Steckte Tiefschläge ein, jedes Hasswort
Mensch ist Mensch, ganz egal, was für ein
of the others worked at night
So composed for a Sunday
How do you work without the right
Bright white light?
How do you fathom George?
Red red red red
Pre-Existing Conditions GEORGE FLOYD
AMERICA Pre-Existing Conditions
Autopsy said he had pre-existing conditions
Does that really matter?
By
murdered
Charge them everywhere, that's the bottom line
Charge the cops, do your job
(Hol' up)
The way we runnin' out of time, it ain't no point
Ich öffne dein Bikinitop und du hältst still
Auf deine goldbraune Haut tropf ich Olivenöl
Ein Leben wie George Clooney aber ohne Film
Du machst jetzt
up a rock and
It totalled my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for the valley?
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
night long[night long]
(YEAH!)
What we smokin?[what we smokin?]
Dat kush(DAT KUSH!)
Presidential shit....george bush..(GEORGE BUSH!)
How we do
[master p]
Yeah an I'm here to see king george
Is y'all gonna let that fool outta jail
[tobin casten]
Sit down just for that I'm gonna give that
do boy I'm gonna tan you alive
I was glued to the radio listening to my hero singing those sad old songs
Singing them sadder than a one car funeral
Yeah, I'm chillin' on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
simplement
Ces mesures, c'est de l'or, tout simplement
C'est Le Jules, c'est Le Georges, tout simplement
Sur l'instru, sans effort, tout simplement
Fais
Lucas
(George Lucas, George Lucas, Ah Lucas, Ah Lucas)
Pas d'pause, que du fast forward
Full passes dé' pour mes putains d'forwards
J'encaisse,
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