Must be time for a second chance I can't escape this basement flat Writer's cramp and claustrophobia Must be time for a second chance I can't escape
Si tu plan es brillar, brilli??. Si tu plan es salir, sali??. Si tu plan es regalar, vas a sorprender. Si tu plan es cocinar, invitalos a cenar. Si
<who is the man with the master plan? (x2) Dj mister cee Who is the man with the master plan? He goes by the name of the big daddy kane Then it goes
Something is worrying me, yeah And that something is driving me in misery, oh I can tell the way things change That you've been loving some other man
Tryin? hard to speak and Fightin? with my weak hand Driven to distraction So part of the plan When somethin? is broken And you try to fix it Tryin? to
It's the ending of my day No one left to say goodbye to, except you, piano You're not listening anyway You're not even try to but here's one for you,
I won't stay around with you my friend My life's been empty since I went Since I went away from home I'm sick and tired of being alone There's nothing
In a dark horse town, in the middle of the West Where Friday takes so long to arrive Johnny wakes up dreaming, turn's on the radio Then he jumps up plays
Well your wishes and your feelings Your bad dreams and intuitions Are about as much used to me right Now as a brand new set of golf clubs We've been
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Let me tell you a story It's called Tough Love Once upon a time there was a girl called Sinita Dreaded going home after school 'Cos her dad would mistreat
ta, si no ta, te la da, dile to dile to, dile to, dile to, dile to ta, dile ta, dile ta, dile to dile to, dile to, dile ta, dile ta (Plan B & De La Ghetto
So he says he loves you, wants you to be his wife But he's too hooked on the crack pipe for that to be right It's all lies, none of it's true, though
C-c-check, yo Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick And I'm real tired of these
Stop me, oh, stop me Stop me if you think that you've heard this one before Stop me, oh, stop me Stop me if you think that you've heard this one before
The first day I saw her was at the train station She was half black, half Caucasian At first, yo, I thought she was Asian But as I get a bit closer, her
When the blood dries in my veins And my, heart feels no more pain I know, I'll be on my way To heaven's door I know when I knock I'll be hoping I don
Yeah Plan B Its the epic rhythm, you get me! (Chorus) More money More cash More flow More dough Even more so Even more cash even more dough More time