the mem'ries sweet Of the days repeat In our dreams they creep While we sleep, sleep, sleep Sleep, sleep, sleep How we love to sleep At the close of
Översättning: Little Willie John och Hank Ballard. Sleep.
two would be John Adams and then number three George Washington was the first, you see He once chopped down a cherry tree President number two would be John
down the crazy river Somewhere down the crazy river Take a picture of this The fields are empty, abandoned '59 Chevy Laying in the back seat listening to Little Willie John
) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) C, C, Can't hold me Verse 1. This is dope boy music, American Dream we let them choppers sing like that little
Big Pun will be here, forever We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part, amazingly smart Remember Pun? That's the ghetto God Big Pun will be here,
the beat Sound of da police What is the life of a true hip hopper, the beats Peace love unity livin' proper with the beats In any endeavor whatever, we will
reboot us Ohh Wake up, everybody No more sleeping in bed Ohh Wake up, everybody I said I need a little help, y'all Ohh need a little help, y'all Come
that's my little Queen Ryan what up? Junito what up? Chu-Chu what up? John-John what up? Gianni what up nigga? - HA! [echoes] Little Joe rock on, Little
is vetoed by special contents .. John: no. I don't think so because... Questioner: hitler could have been voted by the french, for instance. John: every nation will
Yall Doin? Yeh, my names Colt Ford, I jus came here to do a little song for yall, bout where I come from, the way I see it, I brought my buddy, Mr. John
Doin? Yeh, my names Colt Ford, I jus came here to do a little song for yall, bout where I come from, the way I see it, I brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael
Have mercy on me, sir Allow me to impose on you I have no place to stay And my bones are cold right through I will tell you a story Of a man and his
: Fantasies Kate and Rod: Come true Rod: Fantasies come true Nicky: Uh hey, Rod, buddy, hey you're talking in your sleep Rod: I thought you were talking in your sleep
a party But the outside world crashes and it gets so unreal Cos each of us is a fragment with a million little centres Soon someone will discover the
When you're feeling empty Dreams will fill you up in the big sleep city When it's time for you lie down Save a little room for me Save a little room for
Have mercy on me, sir Allow me to impose on you I have no place to stay And my bones are cold right through I will tell you a story Of a man and his family
