: Il descend dans les grands hotels. Il a beaucoup de personnel. Il a aussi beaucoup d'argent, C'est pour ca qu'il est mon amant. C'est un Monsieur
I must be dreaming Wake up, jack, this isn't fair What's this? What's this? What's this? There's something very wrong What's this? There are people singing songs
: I got lost inside my head again I guess I made quite a mess of the whole thing I've lost count of all the ways I've let you down Should've been around
: She left without leaving a number Said she needed to clear her mind He figured she'd gone back to Austin Cause she talked about it all the time It
: This is not America, sha la la la la A little piece of you The little peace in me Will die [This is not a miracle] For this is not America Blossom
: Here speaks the voice of reason It's talking to me Loud and clearly And obviously It's something to say Here comes another sentence It is relentless
: Drake:(Chorus) It may not mean nothing to yall(yeah) but understand nothing was done for me(the blunt is lit) so I don't plan on stoppin at all I want
I must be dreaming Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair What's this? What's this? What's this? There's something very wrong What's this? There's people singing songs
: driving my black comforted through the eyes of the mensch in cold germany when foot down is not even an option and the old Europe is not the issue
: When the joys of living just leave you cold Frozen from the failing mess you've made your own And if you want an ending to your screenplay life Well
: This is for the girl next door who thinks she knows me She adores the way my words feel just like home But she don't know the sadness flow that pours
: Seen the troubles and the evils of this world I've seen the stretches between godliness and sin I've had the promise and confessions of true faith
: Too many young and too many old Too many people left during the cold You want everything to change Cause you are afraid of losing She only exists
: [Chorus:] I don't normally do this, This thing called love, It go me acting all foolish And I can't front So baby girl now the truth is, I don't really
like snakes and spiders in my hair This is Halloween, this is Halloween Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! In this town we call home Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
: I know that we were meant to be 'Cause all this time you've been chasing after me And though I know that we'll fight In the middle of the night Come
: Jesus Christ will resurrect He's got his BMI royalty to collect He's no the white fragile hippie He looks and acts more like an indignant ICE-T Jesus
: Everything I've tried has been worthless And I don want to die in search of something better Dropped the ball and threw the towel in Walked the fence