Куплет - OBJ Будний день, семейная пара, домашний праздник. Именно в этот день она родилась, лет 20-ть назад. Муж - офисный тип. Работа, трейдер на бирже
First he said that he wouldn't leave me, What a fool to believe that line. Just another one of his obsessions To help pass the time. Bridge #1: Get it
I куплет: Милая, сегодня праздник День открытых дверей, День открытых дверей В забытом доме. Милая, невероятно То, что мне так повезло И я ощущаю тепло
Хорошо быть твоим лучшим другом, Хорошо быть рядом с тобой, Слышать голос твой, Вдвоем летать над змлёй. Хорошо быть твоим лучшим другом, Хорошо быть
День прошёл, наступила ночь, Он прекратил своё существование День ушёл и вернулась ночь, Изминила всё мироздание Регги музыка нам даёт тепло, Нам светит
Возвращаясь домой целуй пепел костров, Возвращаясь домой целуй губы подруг, Возвращаясь домой целуй десны друзей, Но ты плюнешь на всё, побежишь прямо
This open letter read, "I'm gone on holiday" Started off as a secret headline. "The king has passed away" Goodbye to the world. Goodbye to the pain. Goodbye
feat. Alias Yuh si mi rolling in my Benz Making mad money with my friends Rolling in some phat 4-runners and BM's Depends...it's all about more Benjamins
LABOR DAY (IT'S A HOLIDAY) when I stepped in the room I bring the heat like the month of june crank the volume make the bass go boom wile out like we
When I stepped in the room I bring the heat like the month of June Crank the volume make the bass go boom Wile out like we some wild baboons (oOo oOo
When I was younger I used to be wild As wild as an elephant's child No one could hold me down No one could keep me around Now it's your turn, take a shot
There should be a holiday for girls like me It's started kind of hazy And somehow I gave in to temptation I thought that you would please me But all
[Intro] Get away, get away, (ay) You got to have a passport if you rollin' wit me, We can hit Jamaica, or we can chill in France, (yeah) Roll wit
Get your passport and your bikini You need a holiday, come see me I know you're tired of the same old scenery And I could change all that so easily
Hear the sound of the falling rain Coming down like an armageddon plague (HEY!) The shame, the ones who die without a name There's a song sounding out
Wake up, the house is on fire And the cat's caught in the dryer Philosophy's a liar when Your home is your headstone Icon is the last chance for hope
I remember summers, you and me lasting forever Holidays come and we'd never, never ever be apart I remember spending, all of my time, every minute
Got this notion from another man Put this dead fish in my hand Paperweight baby it's my name I hold you down coz your all the same to me That's right
