My hope is in you I wanna watch your spirit Touch the sky So much more we can do If you take your love and fly away I know you'll make it through You'll make it through I never know

(Grease lightning go grease lightning) Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning Lightning, lightning, lightning Why this car is automatic It's

Prove it all night I'll prove it all night Girl there's nothing else that we can do And girl I'll prove it all night for you I've been working real hard, trying to get my hands clean We'll drive that dusty road from Monroe to Angeline To buy you a gold

Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up My weed man got the hook up Rolling up another pound every time you look up Big ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up Looking for me, I was at the crib doing kush ups Looking for me, I was at the crib doing

And if heaven’s way up in the clouds, way up in the clouds I will be your aeroplane Give you the world and watch you dance in Spain Fly you way above the stars And show you what you are In my mechanical heart I’ll bring heaven to you I was born with a

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy In the house of the rising sun There is a house in Sin City And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in Sin City

Ah mek mi mix up di roots with medina Gimmi a bottle a Spirulina Come off a tour an mi knee feel weak So mi go a Hope Road an go link Viva Spirulina weh mi drink with medina Spirulina weh mi mix with medina

So if you lay here with me now I promise the stars, they won't make a sound If only for now, right now, if only for now If you stay, just for a while 'Cause we know the world won't ever slow down Streets crowded with voices Thousand of faces, but you're

Nous aussi, on a connu les moments durs, faire cent vingt euros en deux jours Mais aujourd'hui, je peux m'réjouir de tout c'que j'ai dans mon compte Maman, t'as plus à t'inquiéter, j'peux tout porter sur mes épaules Et y a que le million d'euros pour

Tell me I'm an angel Take this to my grave Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man Tell me I'm a bad man Well I think I'm gonna burn in hell S-I-N, S-I-N, S-I-N, S-I-N Kick me like a stray I know a thing about contrition