Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy (Hey, what up girl?) Grab my glasses, I'm out the door I'm gonna hit this city (Lets go) Before I leave
He likes to have the morning paper's Crossword solved Words go up words come down Forwards backwards twisted round He grabs a pile of letters from a small
Я пыталась не думать И забыла куда я иду И своём имя, амиго… Хотела бы я, как ты, стать невидимой. Ведь в такие моменты Просто нужно жить дальше, Просто
Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy (Hey, what up girl?) Put my glasses on, I’m out the door I’m gonna hit this city (Lets go) Before I leave,
Bribing me, We come, We watched how We're last to throw our pennies A passive tramps lifts her skirt And asks us then we throw them down to her And
Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy (Hey, what up girl?) Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city (Let's go) Before I leave,
Wake up in the morning feeling like P diddy Grab my glasses I'm out the door-I'm gonna hit this city Before I leave, brush my teeth grab a bottle of jack
I'll be the roundabout The words will make you out an' out You spend the day your way Call it morning driving Through the south In an' out the valley
(Dolly Parton) I cry awake at night and hug my pillow And pray that I will die before I wake No such luck Another day of cryin' Don't know how much
I want to I want to be someone else or I'll explode Floating upon this surface for the birds The birds, the birds You want me? Fucking well come and
Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy (Hey, what up girl?) Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city (Lets go) Before I leave,
Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P- Diddy (Hey what's up girl) Grab ma glasses I'm out the door I'm gonna hit the city (Let's go) Before I leave brush
I heard you say you?ve lost your faith And hope for the generations And all of your good deeds don?t pay And you don?t get no appreciation Said you don
Annie wanders on the land She loves the freedom of the air She finds a friend in every place she goes There's always a face she knows I wish that I was
Oh, give to me a winding stream, it must not be too wide Where waving leaves from maple trees do meet from either side The water must be deep enough to
[Bobby Valentino - Verse 1] Shorty put on my t-shirt (t-shirt) Shorty put on my t-shirt (t-shirt) Shorty put on my t-shirt (t-shirt) Ok, (?) kinda fine
I gotta leave again, I don't wanna go Things can be so lonely on the road Could be a presidential sleep But nothing's ever like your bed at home Especially