be somebody who I'm really not You want me be somebody who I'm really not You want me be somebody who I'm really not A knock at the door, and then we
interview tomorrow I got myself a jacket for a dollar And my nails are chipped but I'm eager And the car doesn't work, so I'm stuck here Yeah, I don
tha bag M.I.A, M.I.A, M.I.A, M.I.A, A, A You know who I am M.I.A, you know You know who I am, A, A M.I.A, steppin' up in this club With my tool bag
. Be a crooner, not a groaner, never kick, Here's a spelling lesson that will do the trick: You gotta S-M-I-L-E to be H-A double P-Y, Keep it in mind
up in the cross I'm a winner, I ain't tryin' to get caught up with a loss J.I.M.M.Y. J.I.M.M.Y.
I got affected but I effect a lot more They all got issues but I got a bit more I put it in boxes and I put it in a store I hope you really like it,
I just give a damn I just, I just give a damn I just, I just give a damn I just, I just give a damn, damn, damn I just give a I just give a I just give
a pulp The writing on the walls been beaten to a pulp All I ever wanted was my story to be told All I ever wanted was my story to be told I never got
Eck-a-eck-a I Break-a-break-a jaw Every, every time Someone steps on my toe I fight the ones that fight me I really lovalot, I really lovalot I really
It grabs on me like I'm on E The stars are banging close to me As I'm floating in the life Odyssey My lines are down, you can't call me As I float around
can ask me where I'm going And I'll tell you crazy But when I get to where I'm going You should come with me You been staying up, pull me up, start reeling I'm
today It takes a muscle to fall in love It takes a muscle to fall in love, yeah It takes a muscle to fall in love It takes a muscle to fall in love
Connected to the Google Connected to the government Connected to the Google Connected to the government Head-bone connects to the neck-bone Neck-bone
start to wine His ex sambuka She jus a hooker I put it on a chilla but I want to quil a I got sticky sticky ikky ikky wiiiiiiiiiiiid I got a shot of
baltimore than you a soldia' if you run a distro then you a hustla' five bucks at a time reachin for that paper shit son now that's gangsta' i got a fat
Vertaling: Irving Berlin. Ek kan altyd 'n Klein Sunshine In die YMCA.
Vertaling: Tempel, Shirley. You Gotta SMILE om gelukkig te wees.
the floss Chain 500 thou' cause I'm brought up in the gloss, (Balling) And I'm caught up in the cross I'm a winner I ain't tryin to get caught up with
