Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home Keep them hard times away from my door Turpentine and dandelion wine I've turned the corner and I'm doing fine Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line pickin' 'em off with this gun of mine Got a fire

I'm in love with the moment To me fallin', to me goin' Take you back, lean you side to side Nothing feels better than this Now, left, right, left, right Like that, like that, ayy Ooh, now, left, right, left, right You'd rather speak more than listen

Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it) Don't play, we go drummin' for that bag (boh-boh) I slap her ass then I dab Runnin' to that bag (woah-woah) We be goin' for that bag (oh-oh) I smack her ass like that (that) Only want the head if she

Ayy, y'all heard about the good news? Wake up, nigga, wake up I've been outta my mind a long time Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us We bout to get this paper I'm a Chicago south sider Money

It's sad that you're no longer her No longer her, no longer, no longer her, no longer Just staying back I've done so much since Who better to show it to But you were made alone And I was made alone Now we take our natural road From the pull of the rock

River of no return You'll never get my mind right Like two ships passing in the night Want the same thing where we lay A different way from where I'm going Oh, its you again listen this isn't a reunion So sorry if I turn my head Yours is a familiar face

What a peculiar state, we're in Let's play a game But we'll find other pieces to the puzzles Slippin' out under the locks I could show you how many moves to checkmate right now We could take apart this life we're building And pack it up inside a box All

Every Step you take is to the end Chaos, duplicate the human slaves Mother Nature so far away : Why? Perfect is the race you dream Right now, I make my choice Perfection you fake is not The soul, not a genetic code You fools, you ignoramuses Hatchery,

Quand on fait la java, le samedi à Broadway, C'est peut-être pas la vraie de vraie, La java de Broadway, Oui mais c'est elle qui plaît. Ça swingue comme à Meudon. Quand on a du bourbon. On s'défonce, on y va, pas besoin d'beaujolais Quand on est fin

They say I made the moon Everything was in the dark No memories at all Just a tiny freezing wind in my back As I was sitting there Singing a song they had never heard before Suddenly, a voice told me "Keep on singing, little boy And raise your arms in