Then make a face like you wanna fart Keep workin' them arms while doin' the Bart! Verse 2 [Marquis] Jitterbugs keep pumpin'! Why you frontin'? On the Bart
(Get down) [ VERSE 1: The Fresh Prince ] I was.. cruisin down the avenue, early one Friday When I saw what I thought was a lady walkin my way I turned
I'm still thinking about Elmo Elmo 5 o'clock special I'm still thinking about you A thousand ways to kill you I'm still dreaming in pink Gives me the
Daveeeee, where the fuck you been dog? Yo, wuttup big? I?m fucking drunkkk. Hahahahaha Yuh fucked upp Yeah these girls fuckin? buyin me shots up in
A lady gets a lotta things She gets a 20 carat ring She gets the alimony too She gets to look good in the nude But there's one place where they've been
Welcome to the war; a martyr's challenge Chainsaw brutality tornado strength King of the diamond, king of the grave Lawlessness stains black on whitewashed
down and flaps Bart's arm) and he's got the same soggy-floppy kind of arms! (out loud) Why, you must be Bert's brother Bart! Bart: (coming in and walking
I can't fucking take it It's burning me through With each passing day It just gets worse I can't fucking stand it Gotta break away Nothing in common
A stretch mark cover up. the closet where i hear they suck it up my friends are here and this closet shows no cover up, heart and mind is cold friend
sage Dir fehlt der 3-Tage-Bart Hey Joe, hör mal zu: Das einzige, was die Miezen ans Gerät bringt Ist ein sauber geshavter 3-Tage-Bart (Oder
sage, dir fehlt der Drei-Tage-Bart Hey, Joe hör mal: Das einzige, was die Miezen ans Gerät bringt ist ein sauber geshavter Drei-Tage-Bart
There's a note underneath your front door That I wrote twenty years ago Yellow paper and a faded picture And a secret in an envelope There's no reasons
Where she walks no flowers bloom He's the one I see right through She's the absinthe on my lips A splinter in my fingertips Chorus But who could do
Haven't you seen me sleepwalking? 'Cause I've been holding your hand Haven't you noticed me drifting? Oh, let me tell you I am Tell me it's nothing And
Swan dive down 11 stories high Hold your breath Until you see the light You can sing to The bottom of the sea Just don't go without me You'll get us
You only know what I want you to I know everything you don't want me to Your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine You think your dreams are the same as
I hear something hangin' on the wind I see black smoke up around the bend I got my ticket and I'm going to go Home The leaves have changed a time or
the least of all my fears Ooh, underneath the water It's not Alabama clay Gives my trembling hands away Ooh, please forgive me, father Ain't going back to Barton
