Wave your hands side to side, put it in the air Wave your hands side to side Shoulders sideways, smack it, smack it in the air (Spinnin') Spinnin' while my hands up Legs movin' side to side, smack it in the air Legs movin' side to side, smack you in the

We livin' it up we not slippiin' it up We livin' it up we not givin' it up Take your time, close your eyes Better keep the song as your friend Près d'ici, loin de là Il y a des gens qui portent nos joies Là-bas, là-bas Every corner we a take it to the

Wednesday morning at five o'clock As the day begins Silently closing her bedroom door Leaving the note that she hoped would say more She goes downstairs to the kitchen Clutching her handkerchief Quietly turning the backdoor key Stepping outside, she is

Circumstances made me what I am Was I born a violent man Everyone should understand Everyone should know May sound strange, might sound foolish But things ain't getting better Everyday another fall victim to the beretter Why is there so much violence

How does it feel How's it feel He said how does it feel to be human Dance 'til the sun comes up to my music If I could for one day I just might do it Do people curse you and flowers ain't blooming How does it feel to be human Yesterday I talked to God we

My heart turned black and then the sky turned gray! No she never called, I had something to say! I don't know much and I don't know how Why would she put me through such torture, I would have given my life for her, She was the one that knocked me over,

I wanna love you with the lights on Darling, I wanna see every inch of you I get lost in the way you move Keep you up all night long And hold you 'til the nights gone Love you with the lights on Damn, you look so good with your clothes on And I'm not

Layla, you got me on my knees Layla, I'm begging darlin' please Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind? What will you do when you get lonely No one is waiting by your side? You've been running and hiding much too long You know it's just your

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets

Yo me compré un 4-7 Yo me compré un 4-7, yo me compré un 4-7 En mi casa vivimo' en guerra, rifles militares No hay horario porque ninguno de los míos resbalan Aquí to' el mundo se muere, nadie resucita Cabrones quieren matarte, pa' verte en una camisa Yo