Lyrics:
of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I
of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I
불이 꺼진 짧은 하루
끝에 (네 옆엔 내가 있어)
생각은 잠시 저 세상
끝에, (편하게 눈을 감아)
let her sleep well
(sweet dream)
let her sleep well
(sweet dream)
let her sleep well
(sweet
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
a showstopper, phantom rocker
All I need's a little help from my friends like Joe Cocker
Hip-hopera, got you non-stop, so call the doctor
Operate on the beat
Life is a game check in at the airport we all playing
Lizard elite or average like Joe or Jane
You don't wanna be a Jon doe
You only get one go when
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
frightened,
Standing out there in the snow
'Til he said I'm here to help you ma'am
By the way my name is Joe.
She said I'm from St. Louis
And I'm only
American dream
Sarah sells street papers by the interstate
Her husband beat her 'til the day she ran away
Started drinkin' heavy to push aside the pain
Sober
yeah
Rip it out the onion, yeah
I talk big, i hold something, yeah
Joe Budden, yeah
Imma go home and smoke something, yeah
Rip it out the onion, yeah
I
Well, I rolled into town
With the rag-top down
I was looking for that homecoming queen
That three-by-nine lit hotel sign read
Welcome back, class
the line, goin' down the line.
Beat it on down the line.
Yes and I'll be waiting at the station, Lord, when that train
Pulls on by,
I'm a'goin' back
Blessed by a queen so
Fucking with a real live king joe
Came in the world with the green on
Too legit for the scene bro Yea Yea
Know what I'm made
had this many dreams or thoughts
Maybe she would dig quirky dudes wearing suits to school
But when the smoke cleared, I was just a stupid fool
This is
Love songs, sweet love songs
Love songs, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Hasn't every way to write a love song been written
And hasn't every way to tell
in the well, I'm with my bros
Dreaming dreams of how we're gonna rule the world
Abba looked at us, and then He went and chose us
We've been covered by
never turn down
I couldn't live without her
She makes the world go around
Sweet little Corrina
Come over here by my side
Sweet little Corrina
Put
to be a sweet dream
Now you're a beautiful nightmare
Either way I just wanna sleep around
Sweet dream, now you're a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me,
They develop into sweet dreams
It's just the facts of life
A boy sits by the telephone, wanting to call a girl
But not dare to because she may say
world stops dead
I'Il remember you, my darling
As I dream
As I dream
As I dream
About you
Oh Sweet Solace
Oh Sweet Solace
I need you here
Oh Sweet Solace
niggas had a dream
Can't be the one that fold
Walk like fee fi fo
Ride with my brother like GI Joe yeah
Ride with my brother like GI Joe
we out here
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