Stylo G. Yo Smood that riddim there sound boasy, ah boasy style. . (Stylo G/Smood) how me so boasy. . Stylo G. yeh give me a trophy. wid dem style there they cant close me.
GIRL.. (intro). ohhhhhhh girl i'm gonna miss you. girl your gonna be at the end of. my world but i'll keep living i'll. keep breathing the air. wonderin if your happy way out there.
It is a merciful blight to bring about their end. For even vermin would not envy the world they have designed. A Golden Age where men have become as herd beasts.
[Intro]. . [Hook: GyLuciani]. . Apro la birra verso la birra. bibidi bobidi bu (ah). bevo la birra perchè non c'è il rum. bibidi bobidi bu (swag). Apro la birra verso la birra.
[Intro]. . [Hook X 2: CDS]. . Banane, lampone, chi c'era con te!. Cruciani / Cruciani. . [Verse 1: GyLuciani]. . Ah, code in tangenziale. consequenziale / a volte pensare mi viene.
Light a match and burn this all down. Suffocate the voices in doubt. Nothing here is falling in place. A map that points to all our mistakes.. Too much to handle, much to take. This is a ghost town..
Kids are playing gangster wars. They don't believe in Santa Claus. The baseball bats are soft of course. The blood is just tomato sauce. . As icebergs go, it's just the tip.
Princess resuscitates drowning tramp. Big business infiltrates postage stamp. Happy days are here again. And it's a gas man, oh boy. And we will enjoy ourselves.
(Deana Carter/Matraca Berg). . I took your picture off the shelf. Sat down and had myself a good cry. Wrote your number on a bathroom wall. Let somebody else take the fall this time (it's a long way down).
I'm going downtown, I'm gonna look real nice. I'll be sportin' my stilletos; I'm gonna cause a few fights. I'm gonna find my friends. 'Cause it's girls' night.
Grow old along with me. The best is yet to be. When our time has come. We will be as one. God bless our love. God bless our love. Grow old along with me.
I wish I could give you the love you deserve. I wish I could be your servant du jour. I wish I could tell you the things that I'm not. I wanna show you what I've got.
Got my work clothes on for love, sweat and dirt.. All this Holy dust upon my face an' shirt.. Headin' uptown now, just as the shifts are changin',. To Grand Central Station..
Out here out on my own. I admit that it gets me sometimes. It's not that I'm not strong. It's just a different view. I know that I belong. Standing out in the sweet sunshine.
Im standing at a traffic light somewhere in West LA. Waiting for the sign to change then Ill be on my way. The noise, the heat, the crush of cars just robs me of my nerve.
Every night she sleeps alone. And by her bed she puts the phone. And every morning after that. She takes the phone and puts it back. . He's got a wife back home and three kids up and grown.
I'm going out tonight to find myself a friend. I need a welcome smile and the grasp of an open hand. Gonna sit for hours in a small dark place, catch up with a long lost face.
GOIN HOME (Mind the Gap). . - Mary Chapin Carpenter. . This morning I work up with the feelin that Id been away too long. All this blacktop runnin underneath my wheels makes me feel too gone.
Girls like me arent hard to find. We grow like roses on the vine. We wear our hearts on our sleeves. You probably know a girl like me.. . We live alone and in our heads.