[Bizz] Yeah, yeah Rolling, rolling Ooooh We be rolling [Royal T] Another day, I cruise at the beach Car sitting low, Latino's in the next seat
It?s nine in the fingernail moon Brings me to dance through your room Make me home, make me home soon Oh Come my dear child I only ask for a smile To
(...head-banger) (hello- what it be to you and yours) Salutations to all you can call me Cudi Or Mr. Extravagant cause I'm getting my money. Way my
Was ich fuhle ist ein Bedurfnis/ ich brauche Ordnung, ich brauche eine Zweck/ Ich lebe in meinem eigenen Haus aber/ ich bin eine Dienerin/ Ich fuhle mich
No, don't touch me, why do you want to destroy my beauty that lived eternally engraved in the centuries? No, don't hurt me, why do you want to censure
I don't want to hear tonight your sorrowful complaint/ You are looking for something that nobody will ever give you/ Freedom of speech, that is how you
Don't go round with the Jews/ You don't know which danger you'll find/ On the rail of your life/ It's so hard to change your direction once you are running
Flog kanske genom moder Kaos' dunkla sjal,/ da hon i fodselvandor lag med denna varld,/ en plotslig hagring av en varld, ur stand att har/ himmelsk renhet
Har ar det kallt och/ var ar du?/ Jag vill ha dig nu/ Kom till mig/ fo jag alskar dig/ och jag ler/ nar du ar har med mig// Jag ringer dig/ var ar du
I was a Nazi, now I'm #1488/ I live in slavery, the Jews took my land/ I will pay the price for losin' the war/ till they burn me in an oven// You have
Den himmel bla, allt var glad men inte jag,/ tristess och sorg gret jag ensligt i ensamhet,/ en bakvand chock, framtiden min./ Jag hade gomt allt inom
There was a man called Thorvald who was the father of Erik the Red/ He and Erik left their home in Jaedern, in Norway,/ because of some killings and went
Det ar nationaldag/ Det skulle vara en vacker dag/ Men jag ar har knabojd/ framfor mitt land, framfor mitt folk// Jag maste be om ursakt, om fortroende
Walking down Queenstown Road I come from busy town to unknown world When it?s dark my lonely steps run like the enthralling evasions of the ingenious
Hey, baby, you are great today/ I wanna touch you and see myself reflex in your blue eyes/ You know, your hair lights all this grey room/ You make me
This story talks about a man/ he lived in Sollentuna/ once he left to join the niggers' fight/ he never came back home again// He died strugglin' and
Here you can see the world alive/ all engaged in its different works/ with the people on both my sides/ I like hearing their colourful words/ I see a
I was 18 years old/ and one day I decided to go out with a friend/ She said "I want you to know my lovely boyfriend"/ So I replied "Ok, let's go!" I