All these racks bombin' in, they bombin' in (hold up) Aye, count my guap, count my guap Cannot stop comin' in, comin' in Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead My diamonds dancing hopscotch, they holding hands My

Without one another It's not like you never tried to forget her But these days are better without one another Hey kid, everybody's prone to some mistakes If you'd always kept it straight, you'd never learn You'd run the risk of all the risks you take

In the trap like a caveman (Trap) I'm playin' with the M's I don't play with bands (M&M) Virgil with the Louis and it's out of France (Virgil) Richard Mille bitin' and it like to dance (Bite) Lamaborgini truck in the good stance (Skrrt) Oh, we got smoke?

That may be all I need In darkness, she is all I see Come and rest your bones with me Driving slow on Sunday morning But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do That someday it would lead me back to you And I never want to leave Sunday

I loosen my tie, I loosen my tie I shake your way, I shake your way And I say you can't get enough No you can't get enough Given a chance, I'm gonna be somebody If for one dance, I'm gonna be somebody Open the door, it's gonna make you love me Facing the

Par dessus l'étang Soudain j'ai vu Elles s'en allaient Vers le midi La Méditerranée Un vol de perdreaux Montait dans les nuages La forêt chantait Le soleil brillait

When I party, I party hearty Fun is on my mind Put a smile on your face Leave that bummer behind There's a sister and there's a brother Havin' fun with each other Daddy always hangs up the boys He just wants to party with mother

The boys of the NYPD choir For Christmas day And the bells were ringing out Still singing "Galway Bay" It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew

This is as far as it goes This the end of the road This the end of the rope The other end at her throat It's suicidal she wrote We doin' drugs 'til we in a coma This is the end of the show, it's over This is the end of her show, it's over We don't love

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling, It's you, it's you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, Or when the valley's