Calculated entry in the class of circumspection Reasoning, bargaining the last few drams of spirits The serum of one's foolishness, oh, and truth be told
Watch it bounce like water, meat under the stone Throw up a leg and try to beg your way back home Smell the coffee boil in the corner pot Everything's
Bourbon soda over ice in the basement shade Got it made, no one here, just the beer man's dog Howlin' at the moon heat, gnawin' on a bone Waiting for
Ask her when you're upstairs later on With her eyes bowing down and her last light gone You looked up to her window from the backyard dusk, Hired
And this is where I'm supposed to be impressed, isn't it? Let me tell you How overwhelmed I am Remind me to be in awe of you Remind me to lie, remind
the spirit through divine intervention Out of the fire, so much for compassion I've thrown it to desire, in time you'll hear Tirades of truth Glazed
[Havoc Intro] Yeah [50 Cent Intro] Oh Yeah.. What the fuck you lookin at shorty?! Hahaha... You don't want it lil' nigga.. [50 Cent Chorus] If you
Hey honey, where the hell is my shooter now? You can call me honey, you can steal my money You can try again and you can pray to heaven But I tell you
Someone's hanging out, We can't forget about. Things that people do when they're free. Like visitors from space, It's hard to find a place, To blend in
Ask her when you're upstairs later on With her eyes bowing down and her last light gone You looked up to her window from the backyard dusk Hired as a
Here comes the boom, here comes the boom Here comes the boom, here comes the boom Here comes the boom, here comes the boom Here comes the boom, here comes
I was born down by the river, where the dirty water flows And the cold wind cut through me, it cut right through my clothes And the anger and the yearning
(Bruce Springsteen and Warren Zevon) I was born down by the river where the dirty water flows And the cold wind cut through me; it cut right through my
(feat. Robin Thicke) [Lil Wayne] Yea, yea, yea Weezy baby y'all, don't get shot Rappin' fire, what you know about it I brought my homie along for the
Ah, can you read in all your magazines Thinkin' that you got it near You trust to kill you're going out tonight Baby, all your let me see Yeah, right
Like a sniper, I've got my sights on you, Windscreen wiper, there ain't no spoiling my view, Silver bandoleer, my profession's clear, Sharpshooter Infra
Certo, per quanto grande sia una fionda non arrivero alla luna pero, almeno se provassi con un missile Si? no? noo?. no no ti giuro davvero ti giuro che
written by Bruce Springsteen and Warren Zevon I was born down by the river where the dirty water flows And the cold wind cut through me, it cut right