Lyrics:
Kasse ist
Sie sagen mir ständig ich wär' ein Popstar
Und bevor sie es merken ist dann ihr Kopf ab
Ich bleibe das Ghettokind aus'm MV
Erst in 'nem
suis lascive
Je suis lassée de ce monde pressé
Je m'en vais désormais sur l'île
Oublier la ville aux heures d'été
Ti adoro la notte, il giorno
rockin' with the best yes!
G-R-OUP O-N-E see to the are
To the E- double "V",
Could it be
We got the world chasin' a dream
Could it be
They
I'm tired of you
Somebody pick up the phone and call my number, Bye!
(Machne)
Message saved
(Ideal)
Baby, you keep calling me
Is it 'cause
I'm tired of you
Somebody pick up the phone and call my number, Bye!
(Machne)
Message saved
(Ideal)
Baby, you keep calling me
Is it 'cause
cielo que se hac?
mas feo mas m?volaba
a Nueva York se acercaba
un pe?e Las Mar?
Con la esperanza, dec?
de un largo d?volver.
Pero antes me
you get is what you see, are-E-M-E-D-why
Don't ask me that, white boy, that's my habitat
Swam from, yo, where you at? Too hits, now pass it back
In
Calling.
Is the F-are-e-e-d--o--m!
Hie chunnt die frou us glas
You d sunneblueme dräie ihri chöpf
I ha viu z'töif gschlafen I'm trybsand
You hätt se schier verpasst
Sie gseht sünd you
oreille
Car au passé sont tes je t'aime
Regarde un peu dans l'rétro
Tu m'as dans la peau
T'as mis mon âme aux champs de ruines
Tels les débris du World
(?)
J'ai échoué, et je l'assume
Oui, ça t'a mise de mauvaise humeur
J't'ai donné tant d'amour
Mais on s'est perdus dans la brume
Je pourrais
Une quinzaine de policier sont mobilisés
Objectif, interpellé plusieurs suspects
Soupçonnés d'un vol à main armé
Maintenant le copain de chez qui
Koll e mil hent dall ar vuhe'
'Met un dra 'lak 'ne' e buhe'
Koroll, dañsal, c'hoazh adarre
En o c'halon ar gwir karante'
Lalala
Lost in the dark
Dani M yeah
Murda murda man e tilbaks igen
Jag har en sprängande huvudvärk bildligt talat som
Äter upp mig och ni bör hört talas om
Hur det går till
Working the pole like a stripper
Axis of earth; where I get it
I swing this dick around globe and
Its all for dollar incentives
And I'm not proud
Now shit all around in the burbs like yay
Life not a game boy this ain't E.A.
Put down the sticks, this ain't GTA
Now the doctor saying my dawg D
When I'm writing this verse
I'd rather be dead than hurt
I'm only read, never heard
But I've been working on myself
'Cause time after time
I've been
snitching
Ima pull off then dismiss him
Lucky i'm not way too reckless
i'd a hit em with a smithing
Speeding up the game
cause clock is always gon be
Problem yeah
Bad guys in the building building building
Louis Vuitton on my chest
Christian Louboutin on my leg
I'm starting to look like I am
leave"
Hey, I hope you know, I'm totally cool
With hooking up on the D-L
And acting like we don't know each other at school
But hey, I thought you
nkani
Mungfisela okubi ke e baba ugad' ungalimali
Ngzo vele ngpoppe ungakapheli unyanga oka Diwali
Kwazban
I stay rolling up garage doors
The way it goes
be you
Arab be Arab and Jew be Jew
I'm all about the love Ma, coochie coo
Holla quick, snap pop dollar wouptie woup
You probably saw me on a bicycle
and if ya can't hear me/start a band with “t-h-e” and you too can be a flash in the pan … can't forget the Outkast
Goodie Mo-B
the D-O-double-G
so shall I
gainneamh na trà gh'd
An ataireachd bhuan
Cluinn fuaim na h-ataireachd à rd
'S na coillten a' siar
Chan iarrain a fhuireach gu brà th
Bha m'inntinn 's mo
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