I ain't playing with these niggas I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these niggas Has he got enough money to spend? Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown Leave? No. He's to and from, he doesn't like it when the girls go Know

Shape shift, nose to the wind Shape shift, feeling I've been Move swift, all senses clean Off through the new day's mist I run Off from the new day's mist I have come I hunt therefore I am Harvest the land Taking of the fallen lamb We shift pulsing with

And the way you look tonight And that laugh wrinkles your nose Keep that breathless charm Won't you please arrange it? 'Cause I love you Just the way you look tonight Some day, when I'm awfully low When the world is cold I will feel a glow just thinking

Girl, I guess I should have known Dancing on my bed to a Fugee song Just killing me softly You left me laying here with my eyes closed Stole my heart with a kiss right under my nose But you ransacked my drawers, cluttered up my floors And made a mess of

In the someday what's that sound? Runny nose and runny yolk Even if you have a cold still You can cough on me again I still haven't had my fulfill Broken heart and broken bones Think about some capsules of horse pills One more quirky cliched phrase

You can buy your hair if it won't grow You can buy all the make up that M.A.C. can make But if you can't look inside you Be in the position to make me feel so You can fix your nose if he says so Find out who am I to Damn unpretty Oh oh, oh oh oh My

Nose porque ellos quieren joder si saben que no tienen poder no se tiren o la pasan feo te dejamo parkiao en el paseo No cuento con nadie, cuento con mi mismo aprend de la vida siempre anda ready con ella chambia Ando con mi peine full con lo insecto

Je n'veux plus de toi, je n'veux plus de toi Avec de l'autotune ça passera p't-être mieux Elle veut maison, enfants, mais j'suis là que pour faire du sale Mais je n'ose pas lui dire, je n'veux pas faire de peine Et si j'lui disais tout c'que je ressens

My California king In this California king bed We're ten thousand miles apart I'll be California wishing on these stars For you're heart on me So how come when I reach out my finger Chest to chest Nose to nose Palm to palm

And woke up alone And it's all because I dreamt of you What a wonderful tone To bring you back home My nose is burning Too much cocaine Got caught in Brooklyn With gasoline backed up with cellophane I'm in need of moderation