Ow, come here boy I met a drummer last week At a pool bar, down b-by the shore With a body like that, and your stone washed eyes I want you more He
your number? Satisfy my wonder Baby, use what you got Bring it Baby make ur move Is all new, is alright (Is alright) So baby use what you got Baby make ur
(Birdman intro) Yeah We gon' go old school Ya know what I'm sayin If you from where I'm from Ya know what I'm talkin' 'bout The way we do this here
New York Sydney Pairs London (x2) These are a few of my favorite things I was there for you when my heart turned blue Love was so untrue Whats the use
Woke up this mornin', yeah, you got yourself a gun Yeah, yeah, yeah, got yourself a gun Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines So I got mine,
I don't have a library card But do you mind if I check you out? I like your skeletal structure, baby You're an Ectomorph, no doubt Your face is real
I'm out on my own again Face down in the porcelain Feeling so high but looking so low Party favors on the floor Group of girls banging on the door So
I hope you hang yourself with your H&M scarf While jacking off listening to Mozart You bitch and moan about LA Wishing you were in the rain reading Hemingway
Josie's on a vacation far away Come around and talk it over So many things that I wanna say You know I like my girls a little bit older I just wanna
I gave my heart and soul to you, girl Now didn't I do it, baby, didn't I do it, baby? Gave you the love you never knew, girl, oh Didn't I do it baby,
my ex (f ur ex) Hes just my ex (f ur ex) Hes just my ex (f ur ex) And I think hes cool (then go f ur ex) Whys she ringin ur fone (I don't know) What
Burn the books They've got too many names and psychoses All this incriminating evidence would surely haunt me If someone broke into my house Suits in
So baby what's ur name What's ur name babe Do you live around here 'Cause I ain't never seen you before But I wanna see you some more What's ur name
It's all real talk, baby No question, uh When I do what I do there's no competition I'm number one, uh, you're only a customer When it comes to the paper
[Jay-Z] Don't get mad at me I don't love 'em I fuck 'em I don't chase 'em I duck 'em I replace 'em with another one You had to see she keep calling me
[Missy Elliot] I'm on that next sh*t I'm on that next sh*t You on that old sh*t I'm on that next sh*t [Verse 1: Missy Elliot] I got a figure eight figure
har vantat pa ett svar Jag kanner tiden ga Du maste komma till mig Myror i min kropp Fjarilar i min mag Ring mig jag kommer til dig Som skjuten ur
