Je me laisse pousser les envies En revenant de bon matin De chez le boulanger chercher mon p1ain Je tombe sur Mia, une amie qui me dit: "Tu as l'air en paix avec toi même aujourd'hui" Puis elle me parle de yoga, de tai-chi, Alors là je lui dis: "Non,

Big money on me, nigga, I'ma run it up 'Cause I remember I was broke and I ain't have enough Now I'm fly, she like to back it up No surprise, now she fuck with us No surprise, now she fuck with us (ay, ay, ay) I walk in the bank, look like a walking lick

When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by Some one else moved in from far away Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small And you don't ask the time of day But you and I, our love will never die But

Christmas bells are ringing Follow, follow Honest living, honest living And it's beginning to snow Twenty five Twenty four Twenty three No room at the Holiday Inn, Oh no

Can you hear it ring It makes you want to sing You'll live like a king With lots of money and things All we ever want is more A lot more than we had before So take me to the nearest store It's such a beautiful thing, ka-ching! Lots of diamond rings

And I’ll never lose And I choose to survive Whatever it takes You won’t pull ahead And I’ll reveal my strength To the whole human race

I'm going out of my mind, going out on a limb Going out on the town with all my friends I tried a new girl, new look, a new town I didn't get it when you said you'd always stick around You're out in a crown in the dark of the night Saying you'd never

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas The sun is shining, the grass is green The orange and palm trees sway There's never been such a day In Beverly Hills, L.A. But it's December the twenty-fourth And I'm longing to be up north Just like the ones I used to

Don't you worry girl You know that I'm coming back for you I'll be back for you So you better wait up Keeping the bed warm for me All night putting your whisper on me Coming back for you, yeah When you close your eyes

Were you there? The sky is falling on me As your hand's turning old and weak I'm giving myself upon to thee A futile sacrifice gone sere Do you feel the thorns? Do you see the tears? Do you see the bloodshed in this fell war? Have you forsaken us?