Lyrics:
to see
I got an eight-foot man on the side of the road singing I can count to three!
Y'know it happened once again last Thursday
And viva la resistance
looking forward to my sixties again maybe this
time round we'll make it past the grade,
Past eighty eight,
On past the grade,
On to fun and games,
When I
Somebody tell me why, maybe tonight (Maybe tonight)
All I wanted was a photograph
A picture disc, I think it fits
Eight days a week, twenty-five hours
One, two, three, four, five coffee
No, no he still hasn't called me
Six, seven, eight, nine, whiskies
I know he won't
I checked my watch, my
red lines
Turn to the wall, still through it all
I wonder where you go
8:10 AM
You sleep so alone
Don't feel bad
I know you'd rather be
I woke up this morning with the sundown shining in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
I
I woke up this morning with the sundown shining in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
I
Feel my vibe radiate
Shootin' with devil dice
We playin' crazy 8's
Beamin' on em with my sunlight
I see their shady face
Made for the radio
Feel my
flair."
And though I was eight or nine
Though I was eight or nine
Though I was eight or nine
I hated her
Now, "different" is nice, but it sure isn't
One, two, three
Four, five, six
Seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve
Ladybugs
Came to the ladybugs' picnic
One, two, three
Four, five, six
two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight (Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday)
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight (Thursday, Friday, Sunday, high,
Lace up your boots and we'll broom on down
To a knocked out shack on the edge of town
There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit
Keep
cent on Loud
Slang lord applaud forty eight up on the board
Holdin the stainless plain sword witcha name on it
Lord, burn em, ninety-eight
the signs/See the decline of income
Going out for the crumb/Your style's still dumb
number ten was the label mate of # 8&9/
Whining like a beaatch and bottom
You're telling me
To go away
but you owe me 8 thousand dollars, and I could use it
I'm only getting stronger, you may have noticed
But my head full
Eight days of the week, can't believe my eyes
Insurrection in the streets, so we stay inside
Go, it's coming
Eight days of the week we're dead
"Diff'rent," she said, "With a special something
And a very, very personal flair."
And though I was eight or nine,
Though I was eight or nine,
Though I was
It's mesmerizing, it's no use that I
Ever try to get you off my mind
Come eight o'clock I'm on the run
I can't believe I get anything done
'Cause
eighty-eight
It's so dynamite, shit's outta sight
Snatch up a G and demonstrate for the night
Sip on the brew, me and you can do the do
and you know this, flow
The countdown has started to go
Computers are locked on their foes
The president is on his way
Down to live another day
10-9-8
you need to heal
I see your stress come take our test
Come on this shit is real
you need help (x8)
I went downtown to look around
And see how people
standing eight count
Out on the dark and shoreless waters
Comrade do you think we'll go under?
On which horizon is my lover waking up?
You pass this
ich bin glücklich
Ich zieh Bilanzen bin seit 8 Jahren Rapper
Seit 8 Jahren Rapper gibt es 8 harte Rapper
Der Rest ist Abschaum ich schäm' mich für
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
You're gonna be alone, gonna be alone, it's gonna be late
Forgive you anything
I try to shake it but it just won't do
And it's
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