Dear John, oh how I hate to write Dear John I must let you know tonight That my love for you has died away like grass upon the lawn And tonight I wed
I've tried so hard to keep our home alive but you don't even care that I'm around You tell me that somehow our love has died And you'd rather be set free
Don't build for me paper mansions that only stand until you've gone You paint the nastiest futures of anyone I know You always leave me holding on to
Today I burned your old love letters I burned them slowly one by one Before I'd light the flame I'd read them to try and find the wrongs I done The first
Something happened to her, somebody wig'll get peeled Okay, let me calm down, maybe she at Keeba house Her birthday's today, we both bought her jeans
flu when I bomb it My styles like aids cause don't nobody want it Niggas frontin' like they hard But I'm a street fighter like jean claude And I'll split
video on that breakdown (hahaha) Tryin to dance around How the fuck it feel lock in hand set now Sever your style .. Divide and Parish Part ish...when my cart
Atari Since the youth, I used to shoot her right back to the path My day, goin' hard, mack the back of the cab Did it all, little robbery, back cart
[The crowd parts to reveal that the cart has crashed, trapping M. Fauchelevant.] Voices Look at that! Look at that! It's Monsieur Fauchelevant! Don'
diamonds from the back of my hand [H.A.W.K.] down south candy paint bumper grill and to be for real I'm already done cart wheels [Lil' Flip] down south
Clothes go round and round And my heart goes up and down She's drying her jeans In separate machines She's loading up her granny cart Ah, ah Goin out
rap we took your Ampex We have protective custody, got your face disgustin? me With animal like instincts, I left a dead gorilla in the skatin? rink Penetrated your Gap jeans
You sure look tasty The wooden tops And goldilocks Sit with Bill and Ben To watch Top of the Pops Plugalugglopamop Ho ho Auntie Jean Your very first go
hardly satisfactory, I'm tighter then your ed hardys, so don't bombarder me, or else I'm cloggin arteries from my 9 milli mee (yea) 22's on my golf cart
dipingere due ali oppure e solo fantasia e c'e chi ha detto siamo tutti uguali quando lui e il primo ad andare via e questo il modo di cambiar le carte
qu'sa enchante Ils mettent la go en sang en plus elle enceinte Ils bousillent les tables, les chaises et enchainent la vacarme Ils depochent les cartes
et s'en battre On tire les cartes combien tu vaux dis niet aux miettes L'agent de police ou de justice ne prend pas d'argent Le pape paul jean lui non
(Claude Lemesle-Jean-Louis Morel/Bruno Victoire) J?ai mis ma montre a l?heure Il est tard dans la nuit Et pourtant dans mon c?ur Il est toujours midi
