Lyrics:
Appetite angel going down
II) We Are Sane
Meanwhile below reports flop into the in-trays
In-trays
Meanwhile below reports flop into the in-trays
she
In the valley the eagles soared
And heard the trumpets report
Ride over the mountains, head to the northern sea
Spreading the words like a fountain
getting cold at night
And you say you have to leave
On the weather report there is
No Christmas in white
But it's you and the snow that I need
Why
in war that you'll report me then
Your dismay can't be cured
And at this stage
If I could, then I would, I'd help you
Rage disguises pain
Please report that below.
Qui, dove vivi tu
E il ricordo che ho, di quelle cose che restano
Le cose che restano
Is this song NOT from APPENA PRIMA DI
awesome, they made a report, I even got a real police uniform shirt, they felt sorry for me cause all I was left with was the dress on my back. The other
Boss
Fick nicht mit der Mafia, so sagt's der Warren Report
John F. Kennedy Attentat auf den Präsidenten
Ein Jahrhundertmord, vor tausenden
It’s time for me to do me
XOXO, yours truly
I know he miss this booty
But now he just a groupie
This skin is getting’ dewy
Bad bitch report for duty
on your brother
Smile for mummy, smile for mother!
I think she blinked
Well, take another!
Have you seen his school report? He got a 'C' on his report
According to reports obtained exclusively by this reporter
Prosecutor Dorsey has the villain in his sights
A highly ranking unnamed source in this
We fixin' to talk 'bout that mess with Mr. Frank?
Yes
Yeah (yeah)
When they found the body in the basement
The coroner's report says there
getting paid too much
There are some things I [incomprehensible] report
The memory of his last retort
But it was so much easier
When I was cruel, oh
And a back-fire echoes down the hillside
As the last headline report dies
Dissolve, dissolve
Ice is melting at the distant Pole
The gin and tonic glasses overflow
since then I been knowin'
Sometimes I think my own self stupid
'Cause I stay shootin at marks, get twisted up in police reports
Since the cradle, I've
can
(Chico, Miguelito, Pablo, Chico, Miguelito) Oh, can-can.
Pablo, it's saying here in the weather report,
It's saying a fairly warm air is
price
I still don't know
The ball is clearly in my court
And I am happy to report
It's moving slow
Tell me what you wanna see
Tell me what you
I grew up on WIC, wick, wick, wick, with a short fuse
I got some important news to report to
Anyone who thought I was done: nah bitch, not quite
start the name callin' (yippie yi yo)
And the girls report to the call
How poor man shout out
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let
Roc-a-fella
Y'all know what this is
We givin' y'all five seconds to put your drink down
And report to the dance floor immediately
All the bustas
you get right with your mind
It's my favorite
So I savor it
I must report that life is short
So of your love I'll take ten quarts well
There's
Come again to murder your report card
Just a friend to kiss you in the court yard
You are the one I want to be stuck with
Ayo ayo ayo ayo big fight
going low, you gotta go hard,
Go lower than the grades on your report card, card,
Ludacris is the best that ever did it, did it,
When it comes
start the name callin' (yippie yi yo)
And the girls report to the call
How poor man shout out
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let
is wack, y'all gon' tell her or not?
Y'all report everything, y'all be tellin' a lot (bahm, bahm)
'Bout to tell my niggas, "Chill," 'fore they snap
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