Lyrics:
to settle the score
The poor can't take no more
Babylon rotten to the core
The shitstem run by a whore
We nah go bow come we settle the score
All you
and score the music to our own lives
Looking into the future
There is more room to move here
Invincible as we score the music to our own lives
Looking for a kiss that'll knock me out
Sugar numb my lips again
Cause I know the score
I know the score
Looking for a girl that'll stick around
Together they moved like a well-oiled machine
And ran up such scores it was almost obscene
The team is unbeatable, everyone said
And if no one can beat them
earthquakes come home
Scared of
Heaven is holding out for high scores
Up where tears pour
I look good completely bored to the teeth
Everyone moves too
That old wheel is gonna roll around once more
When it does, it will even up the score
Don't be weak, as they sow, they will reap
Turn the other
it's worth, know the score
No carpetbaggers, come in and take it
That just doesn't exist anymore
Rugs and the furniture just can't be lifted
That old wheel is gonna roll around once more
When it does, it will even up the score
Don't be weak, as they sow, they will reap
Turn the other
of tricks up my sleeve (ah)
I no longer need your attention, at ease
It's a joke, it's a game
Why am I still keeping score?
I'm in pain, I'm ashamed
my back door
Somebody, somebody
Tryin' to even up the score
I figured I should lay real low
And stayed away from town
I covered up all my moves
So,
and chain
I am the man
I'm the wanted man
That's hitting high scores
And leavin' on that one way train
You better understand
I am the man
Your voice is
groen en goud
Superman dra groen en goud
Superman dra groen en goud
Ons almal score in groen en goud
Superman dra groen en goud
Superman dra groen en
Wow
Eh-eh
Oh, ouais-ouais
Biggie Jo on the beat
Ok, ce soir mon ex il pète la teille
Pendant que je pète le score
Mon ex il pète sa tête et
in a war
I been kickin' down some doors
I been runnin' up the score
Like, "Nigga, who the fuck gon' stop me?"
Went from being poor
To best dressed
on let’s dribble, dribble, dribble.
We can dribble the ball.
Chorus 6
Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole!
Lyrics 6
Come on let’s score, score, score.
We can score
it's all I'm living for
Hold you close, enjoy you more
And spend a little less time keeping score
If we're rich to somebody
We're poor to somebody
we score
With our face to the floor
And there ain't no magic door
Just a window where the storm took me
Why is that, um
Why were they doing
from me
Hear me say...
One more
Chance to believe in
That you can even the score
One more
Place at the table
Always room for one more
Room for
But I'm oblivious
I am the king of what I know
But I'm a slave to what I don't
I will never fail, never fail
Know better than to keep a score
Why
is war
When the battle is done you still want more
Every broken heart is tryin' to even the score
It's the way of the world, love is war
Where boy
So what am I fighting for?
Everything back and more
And I'm not gonna let this go
I'm ready to settle the score
Get ready 'cause this is war
or less
I've told the score
More or less
I've told the score
Send that shiver Shiva look
Dance the chance the writer took
More or less
I've told
stated firm
Oh, oh, oh (Oh, oh, oh)
You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now (You should know by now)
You're a native New Yorker
de balafres?
Ils veulent clore notre horizon
Combien de critiques? Combien de barrages?
Alors je pète le score en indépendant
Monsieur l'agent
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