campione del mondo e c'e un uomo gentile, normale che ti trova bellissima e tu da un po' ti piaci di piu. E i tempi sono caldi e migliori puoi prenderti
Si ki da da Daddy Yankee Mundial Competencia para mi el raperito aquel! conmigo el que? naa Que si estan a otro nivel! otro nivel de que! como fue? naa
Jigga man, Swizz Beats History in the making, part three Lights out ladies C'mon here baby, you drive me crazy (To all my baby thugs) Don't want nobody
I drew a line in the sand And made my simple demand I kissed You one last time goodbye I watched You walk out of my life I didn?t mean to mistreat You
there are my specs the ones I've been looking for I threw them out the window ten years ago and now they're on my doorstep so you put one and one together
I want you To know the truth Cause I've been around before Thought I wasn't looking anymore Been a fool for weeks Cause my heart stands for nothing
And so she wakes up in time to break down She left a note up on the dresser And she's right on time You don't know anything Right or wrong I said I know
Time, don't run out on me Gotta make you love me the way you used to do Gotta get back the feeling and put wind in my sails And chart a course that gets
Early cloudy Sunday morning A somber letter I did write To let you know the status of this Alcoholic madness, we have landed hard You deny that there
Time Travel (Matt Coban) Afraid of asking where were going Can't hang on to this moment anymore I felt you along the way, couldn't breathe till it was
Tell Me How Long When It's Gonna End Time And Again These Are The Words I Understand Livin' With Me Must Have Been A Sacrifice But It's Easy To Pretend
Can?t wait till the sun goes down I?ve been wanting to hold you Counting the minutes you?re not around That?s what?s getting me through the day Every
The best of times is now What's left of summer but a faded rose The best of times is now As for tomorrow, well, who knows Who knows, who knows So hold
I want you To know the truth Cause I been around before Felt I was looking anymore Been a fool for weeks Cause my heart stands for nothing And your soul
Dearest forgetful, Here are my guilty hands, And you take them across your eyes, They help you remember This is not a dream, Could it get any better