Lyrics:
This beat, yeah
Hop in this thang, yeah
With David Guetta, yeah
And Afrojack, yeah
Now all my ladies, yeah
Go ahead and get sexy, yeah
And if
I think I might just detain it
Money, money, I throw, now it's rainin'
Spray bottles in your face, rainin'
Bottles in the air, what it look like?
that?"
You sing with Afrojack
Have you ever been on your own?
You're basically like ketchup
You're not good alone
And your other song includes Demi
Lovato
indoors, Roger Moores
Whip your rockney ou’
Leave it ou’.
I met my indulgence wa’erloo
I was laidbacking in a porta loo
By the time I was feeling David
in my court of Camelot. I must speak with your
lord and master.
GUARD #1: What, ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR: Yes!
GUARD #1: You're using
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand
bitch
Getting passed around by the team we slaying shit (yea she on the bench and shit ha)
Laughing in your face (okay)
Laughing in your face (alright)
push others on their heels
By feeling supreme confidence in
Himself but no matter how tough
And hardened they become, hustlers usually
Face one daunting
and
everything, sir!
The Brian in Jail Scene
(BRIAN wakes up with a smile on his face to find himself being dragged along a
cell corridor by TWO GUARDS.
of some solid advice
There's a painfully simple solution
It's as plain as the nose on your face
By Gad!
By Gosh!
By Heck!
By Gum!
By Rabbit's Foot!
By
ya man ain't gettin' money like me (no)
Bet your lil' bitch try fuck on me
Whole life on parole, can't talk to felons
Now tell that bitch up in
the way
A place that’s so full of play
They you are and your pretty face
Smiling right here beside me
It can get so cold in time, without you here by my
(you're such a Barbie)
Na-na, na-na-na-na (yo, Mariah)
I was in the million dollar meetings, he was cheatin'
All up in the church, he was sneakin' with
face, it's a whole new game
Then I saw your face, and I was changed forever
Yours forever now
Then I saw your face
I was blinded by my selfish
three Jordan's in my closet
Gotta pay to prove that you make the rules by the bank you make in your deposit
I got shit to lose cause I made it through
In your face, all the time
All in your face when I'm kickin' my rhyme
All these faces in front of me
Face to face with Run-D.M.C
Knuckleheads
you all haters
Open your dome before that long scope
Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan
Walking around cross faded giving you
Those raw hay
(you're such a Barbie)
Na-na, na-na-na-na (yo, Mariah)
I was in the million dollar meetings, he was cheatin'
All up in the church, he was sneakin' with
All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
©©2002
, face your fear
Face, face your fear
Into the dark
Now listen to me and my sick angry friends
We can solve this problem now by ourselves
We will come
feels comfortable. When I say 4, breathe in deeply again.
And again release the air smoothly.
By the time I reach 0, your mind will be silent.
It’s okay
Log on in and face your fate
Starve to death and waste away
Calm your craving day by day
Freedom what you gave away
Log on in and face your fate
yeah)
I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Tony)
Head to toe in Dapper Dan (Dan)
Hitman, Sammy Sam (Sam)
It I trapped on the beach
this sadist revival, hand in hand
Lost in the city lights where dreams collide
A million faces passing by a kaleidoscope of life
Caught up in the rhythm
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