Lyrics:
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
Blake Shelton Sings Austin.
It's on his 2001 Album.
She left without leaving a number
Said she needed to clear her mind
He figured she'd gone
taught (bang)
En assez d'temps ils s'remettront tous à vendre la C tard, ayy (la blanche!)
Sujets trop limités, y ont pas d'quoi rapper pour quatre albums
d'être fiché par la Stasi
Et toi tu pénave comme si tu partages ma vie
Ouais ferme ta bouche, ton opinion, bien sûr j'm'en cogne, bien sûr, j'm'en
The hurt away
(Warmed me up inside) Oh...oh...oh...
So glad that You'd never break Your promises
You got me singin' la-da-da-da-da, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
mort, l'album sera disque d'or
Si je me donne la mort, l'album sera disque d'or
Une vision de l'humanité carbonisé
Un incendie ravageur que personne
and d'angelo
Mos def, les nubians, and de la soul
I like them cuts with the soul and original
Never afraid to be creative on your radio
Spin my jam when I'm
Rotting from the inside
Over-incubated by the heat of fear and love
The self's coagulated
Egg
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
on me dit que tu mens
Bête de Bombe 6, album numéro dix
À chaque fois, c'est du nouveau
Y'a jamais d'numéro bis
J'ai une bête de carrière
J'fais d'la
of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into
Your story sad to tell
A teenage ne'er do well
Most mixed up non-delinquent on the block
Your future's so unclear now
What's left of your
cracks under you
By the look in your eyes
You'd think that it was a surprise
But you seem to forget
Something somebody said
About the bubbles in
swag is but you was made in Paris
And Mama woke up the next day and shot her album package
Last time the miscarriage was so tragic
We was afraid you'd
Long time no see,
Baby, what's the reason I get the go by
Like to know why long time no see
Long time adore
If you're on the level why don't you
No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed
Whatta we gonna tell our friends when they say “ooh-la-la”
Wake up little Susie
Wake up little Susie, well
I told your mama that you'd be in by ten
furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
Watching you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you
Sure the thought can occur to you
My next album
[Chorus]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters
of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into
Your story sad to tell
A teenage ne'er do well
Most mixed up non-delinquent on the block
Your future's so unclear now
What's left of your
J'vis
Les larmes dans le coeur
Noyé
Je n'vois plus la peur
Y'aura pas d'à tout à l'heure
J'remets les pendules à l'heure
Le pera n'a plus d
Gibier de potence se fend la poire
Jusqu'à la fin du compte à rebours
Tout ça c'est qu'une vaste blague
Une mascarade
Album écrit entièrement sur mon temps
What're gonna tell our friends when they say 'ooh la la'
Wake up little Suzie, wake up little Suzie
Well, I told your mama that you'd be in by ten
Whatta we gonna tell our friends when they say "ooh-la-la"
Wake up little Susie
Wake up little Susie, well
I told your mama that you'd be in by ten
Well
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