: Get up, I?ve got to get up Get in the shower I need to sleep another hour And last night I got to the point My passion Have you got a coin (?) Nearly
: Se tu cerchi un uomo bello non guardare me perche' non ho questa virtu' se lo cerchi ricco affascinante non son io non ho brillato neanche un
: Roaming bastards Forever half-wits Carrying equation It's like I'm asian You heard fantastic We cross atlantic We found the name-ula I'm the kid with
: Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, yeah, yeah Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
: [Intro:] Smoke, smoke, smoookkeee! hey! Smoke, smoke, whoa oh oh [Chorus:] Smoke weed and fly, or take drugs and die like the other guys Yeah like
Depuis que ma Ninon est partie Ma tete est un capharnaum Et pour oublier mon amie Je fume le troublant opium Dans ses fumees aux teintes roses Je vois
What we had meant nothing to you, forgotten as soon as you were through, no phone calls places, no letters sent, you just left. If I never see you again
The time is now, to succeed this mission Failure will not be tolerated Self-hatred is a weakness Make the spark ignite the flame Where there is smoke
B-docta,let's work'em on body head bangers so many wayz to get paid(remix,remix)i smoke,i drank,i toke that iron (verse1) yea i'm ridin through ur
[Mr. Magic Intro] B-Doctor! Let's welcome em to the Vault baby Do it big nigga! Do it big nigga! Do it big nigga! Stupid ass nigga [Chorus: Magic
{Refrain:} Je fume Contre tous les avis Je fume Sans treve et sans repit Je fume Pour l'amour de la vie Je fume A m'en relever la nuit {x2} Paquet plein
Dans la fumee de mon cigare, mon gros cigare de Cuba, Dans la fumee d'un bleu bizarre, la fumee qui monte je vois : Sous le lustre, ou elle s'etend alanguie
Give me your hand The dog in the garden row is covered in mud And dragging your mother?s clothes Cinder and smoke The snake in the basement
[Verse 1:] Me for you. You for me Boy I claim it, Let it be If you need it, Boy I got it Love is right here, In my pocket From the bottom, To the tippy
(Alain Bashung) C'est pas facile, facile de s'foutre en l'air Ca coute, ca coute, ca coute tres cher Je vais me faire la peau, je vais me tirer la chasse
C'est vrai je fume trop C'est vrai que je bois trop, avec des gens qui parlent trop Il est vrai que je traine un peu trop C'est vrai je sort trop C'est
Se tu cerchi un uomo bello non guardare me perche' non ho questa virtu' se lo cerchi ricco affascinante non son io non ho brillato neanche un giorno
Speak with what eloquence you can muster Say what you feel after the moment Think the way that everyone has taught you Just scream aloud and prove everyone
