it confused, never My testamony will be death to a phoney MC You wanna impress me show me a key Or I suggest we manifest this a drug deal test Put your
译文: 威尔史密斯. 遗嘱.
[Instrumental]
Looking under the ghost on your face kind of ruins it for me I don't want to see you toss it's hair No I don't need you to show me its smile You see
chorus (jason derulo) hit me wit a text let me know you're home alone freaky wit that camera phone hit you wit a text got me on your favorite ringtone
[Intro] (its so incredible) Damn I cant believe it's bout morninq oooh ladies this is mario, yeah. [Chorus] We be in the bed girl getting all wild
Coach said to fake right, break left Watch out for the pick and keep ya eye on the defense You gotta run, give and go Take the ball to the hole like a
How do you do it? How do you do these things to me You're like a magician, I can tell you got tricks up your sleeve. You're like a bullfighter. You got
You had me You lost me You're wasted You cost me I don't want you here, messin' with my mind Spittin' in my eyes and I still see Tried to keep me down
Love, lust, that first kiss, These are the things no one wants to miss, Time, lies, fast us still, But tell me if it's real! Cause I know a place where
Words and Music by Maurice White Master told me one day I'd find peace in every way But in search for the clue Wrong things I was bound to do Keep
I ain't got no inclination Give away my sweet sensation Sleepin' in an old tool shed Scumbag cryin' on his pillow When you wanna be with me then we will
It's so incredible Damn, I can't believe it's 'bout morning Oh, ladies, this is Mario, yeah We be in the bed, girl, getting all wild Fuckin' like it'
You've got to pick up the pieces Come on, sort your trash You better pull yourself back together Maybe you've got too much cash Better call, call the
You've got to pick up the pieces C'mon, sort your trash You better pull yourself back together Maybe you've got too much cash Better call, call the law
The Cryptic Corporation presents "God in Three Persons" Written, produced and peformed by the Residents With guest vocals by song stylist Laurie Amat
Old sixty one's my number on the highway I'm turnin' up the V's on the airways I'm tuned into some bad ass transactions It's the only way to get my satisfaction
Where did u get that? On your feet! (techno music)
