Clap Your Hands Everybody I'm Singing This Love Is Unbreakable We're Living Our Dreams No Thing, No Money, No Sin, No Temptation,Talking 'Bout Nothing But Y'all Know We'll Be Back Next Week Like The People On TV Through The Technical Difficulties

I bet this last time's the one time too many The rush of waiting is burning through my head Right after supper her brother shower's twice a week He kicks my ass so much, that filthy white inbred And when the day ends I'm sure she feels sorrow The lonely

Blues away, way, way I got two red pills to take the blues away Enjoy your privileged life 'Cause I'm not gonna hold you through the night We said our last goodbyes So let's just try to end it with a smile And I don't wanna hear that you are suffering

Here comes the sound of the sirens I tell myself I love the silence But maybe I just wanna hear the sound of the sirens Three weeks down, but you're on the mend You swear that you're free from my passenger seat As we drive through the night, 'til it

A the gal them international DJ comin' Through, so yow! Respect due all the man Them inna the street but the gal inna me fleet Woman you physique concrete Can't delete you fat Because you buff up complete 24 hours seven days of the week

I feel it coming, I feel it coming, babe I feel it coming, babe You've been scared of love and what it did to you You don't have to run, I know what you've been through Just a simple touch and it can set you free We don't have to rush when you're alone

Tony dead and his brother too Streets talkin' every week the coppers comin' through And homicides scoopin' niggas out of Paulie crew Damn, he in some shit just like a number two So he need that lawyer money, plus that Sig Sauer money On his second body

I'm so happy that I can't stop crying, I'm laughing through my tears, I'm laughing through my tears." Seven weeks have passed now since she left me And she shows her face to ask me how I am. She says the kids are fine and that they miss me, Maybe I could

My man is my man is your man Bright ideas We got bright ideas Her, this her man too Her, that's her man I just keep him satisfied through the weekend You're like 9 to 5, I'm the weekend Make him lose his mind every weekend

I see a Mansard Roof through the trees, I see a salty message written in the eves, The ground beneath my feet, we are garbage and concrete, And now the tops of buildings I can see them too! The Argentines collapse in defeat, The admiralty surveys the