yeah Say I do, then I will Hold me here through this spell When I wake, hold me down Take my life, take it now Say I do, then I will Hold me here through
Vertaling: Home Town Hero. Sê ek.
I feel, I feel, I feel) And make me baby, I want, I want to make everybody to feel free with me (I feel, I feel all wrong, you must me wrong) Because I
t built for, Never called somebody friend that I wouldn't kill for, I do this ballin cause I can, Not cause it's cool, I pop cause I'm the man, Now
thump your freak I come to your town, I'm not under I want your name and your telephone number You think I'm faking, but I'll call We only got one night
Carhart suits and Adidas boots I'm not souped, I just troop Loop the loop for my crew I hold the fort, fly rhymes I sport I fought then brought you the
here very well could be the last rap I ever do spit, I'll never do shit, that's that Fuck it I quit, suck on a dick, jackass I'm done with this wack
mom, do the papers say anything good Are there chances in life for little dirt cowboys Should I make my way out of my home in the woods" Brown dirt
do? What you gonna do? Let me know girl, jump, jump Uh oh here I come, here I go Jump, round, jump What you wanna do? What you gonna do? Let me know
with one deep I attract attention, people like to peep So come say hi to the badguy Don't say goodbye, I don't plan to die 'Cause I get loose and I
to say I-I-I-I?m allowed to be me I?m allowed to be me I?m allowed to be me on this day Allowed to be me I?m allowed to be me I?m allowed to be me everyday
used to do Oh, lord I'm blue I'm crying over you Oh, lord I'm blue I'm crying over you Oh, lord I'm blue I'm crying over you Härligt! 1-2 1-2-
one I'm a bitch, I'm a lover I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner, I'm a saint I do not feel ashamed I'm your hell, I'm your dream I'm nothing in between
Then I'd... Then we'... But I can't do it alone! She'd say, "What's your sister like?" I'd say, "Men," She'd say, "you're the cat's meow" Then we'd wow
wrong, fight your war at home". So I'll stay true to them, and they'll come home again, I'll carry the light, follow the dream, I'll remember.
mom, do the papers say anything good? Are there chances in life for little Dirt Cowboys? Should I make my way out of my home in the woods? Brown Dirt
, baby, I can't tell you why I can't tell you why No,no, baby, I can't tell you why I can't tell you why I can't tell you why New York Minute
