Keep it together now, as you wish as you know how. It'll all work out. When nothing ever seems to be, exactly what you need now, hold fast now, to drench
Vertaling: Hot Water Music. Hou dit saam.
? It ain't shit you could do but fear it, Proof us here in spirit and I'm the spittin' image I'll mirror it when I stand near it Your pussy lyric, I
breath together With Queen Pen, now it's hot to death, so take a look back What I did, what I'm doing, where I take this It's kinda simple 'cuz it's nothing
invisible man And what's it like Living life You may ask Standing on the other side A two way glass Well it's not what it's cracked up to be I'll tell
your wishes with my taco-flavored kisses! Taco taco. [dialogue] Music industry dude: She's fantastic! Who is she? Different music man: Believe it or
losing all their friends moonlighting it's the only way it's frighening but it means they'll stay together they're gonna make it together his blue morris
Dope fiend ran off with a hundred count of my teeth and I'm flashed Big Willie cashed my hawkin' money water so I took it to Scottie's To keep myself
You'll be happy. Toss a coin in the fountain, And make a wish. You were always the one, Who would hold the chains, Tightly bound together. But now it seems we keep
show it so you can have it and keep it for yourself can't define the power redefinitions of dreams that will come true can't explain but i'll show it
, they?re losing all their friends Moonlighting, it?s the only way, it?s frightening But it means they?ll stay together They?re gonna make it together
saying we can call it trust And if we call it trust Then all of us Can get down together and live tall and just Cause ive never plucked an eyelash out and wished it
i, It aint shit you could do beferret, Prove us here in spirit Im the spittinn image Ill mirror it When I stand near it, Your pussy lyric, I couldn't hear it
up ain't no thang, it's survival It's makin sure you all good when it comes to enemies and rivals It's +Higher Learning+, but it's +True Lies+ when it
from The picture that it painted like suicide with a shotgun [Chorus] I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces Keep cuttin' my hands When I put it back together, it
your breath together With Queen Pen, now it's hot to death So take a look back What I did, what I'm doing, where I take this It's kinda simple cuz it
