of clouds around over europe" "das Wetter, das Wetter, das Wetter" . . . - . - . . ["eure" or "ski"] weather forecast, happy ends computer graphics, electric bands
turn into nightmares - your plans get crushed It seems like the grands been flushed But since it's all for diniero, you can't give up We gotta keep hope
Hello There goes the gal in the pretty skirt With the golden smile that made you feel new Like when the marching band strolls the street You know another
I'm Fittin To Get My Groove On Its So Hot Up In Da Club Dat I Ain't Got No Shoes On Im Holdin' Up A Big Stack Of Dem Hundreds In A Rubba Band Girl
playin Watchin Snoop anxiously and waitin for my chance man Hot and cocky wit it cause I kno that I am man I'm goin down in history like American Band
a show you all how to emcee, see i can rock a floor if i rock with high beams, i rock with melody, on of the soildgers of the team. See yall niggas is dope fiends hopeing
ya fly the right kite Me and Meth be Hennesey, two ice cubes We can draw or do I choose? When I choose the grip, one shot lose your hip I hope your
better, feeling best Feeling good, feeling better, I'm feeling best I hope it doesn't sound like I'm blowing my own trumpet 'Cause all I wanna do is join up with the band
I hope everybody's havin' a merry christmas, I know I am, hey! I feel good, I feel alright, hey! Last night I couldn't believe my eyes, y'all I saw a
, we do it for fun (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee, this is history, baby) Bend them trucks, we do it for fun Stack them bucks, we do it for fun (Come on now) And the band
maybe it was Tegan I'm pretty sure that it was Sara Cause Johnny Sampson said she was the cooler one I told her I was a big fan of her band She asked
It's kinda hard to wear high heels, or slip on banana peels How does she get in and out of tubs I hope she don't get mad, I hope she thinks this song
like Adam and Eve, said youd set me free You took me to the sky, Id never been so high You were my pills, you were my thrills You were my hope, baby,
it's tearin' me apart I walk along the river every night Tryin' to figure out why we fuss and fight Is love once again to slip right through my hand? (I hope
few obstacles thrown his way through the last half Of his career, typical manure Movin' past that Mr. 'Kiss his ass crack' He?s a class act, rubber band
I have the invitation that you sent me You wanted me to see you change your name I couldn't stand to see you wed another But dear, I hope you're happy
me to think of you with another man I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan But my guitar couldn't hold you so I split the band Love lies
, twitterin' on my Apple, hoping I don't get hassled Before I reach my goal or 'til people had to be tackled I don't jump on anybody's band wagon or