I might as well bin blindThought I owned this world and all its timeMade up my mind not to love againLive my life a single manLady luck she came my wayTurned my night into day She went huff and blew my little house downShe went puff ya she spun me aroundShe played rough ya she […]
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Saturday (Oooh! Oooh!)
[Chorus]I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cashJust seen a big ol’ ass, it’s SaturdaySticky, icky, icky, ickySticky, icky, icky, ickySystem on blast, cops just passJust seen a big ol’ ass, it’s SaturdaySticky, icky, icky, ickySticky, icky, icky, icky [Verse 1: Ludacris]Grease don’t pop on the stove no more, moved on updouble shot Hennesey […]
Disarm
Disarm you with a smileAnd cut you like you want me toCut that little childInside of me and such a part of youOoh, the years burn I used to be a little boySo old in my shoesAnd what I choose is my choiceWhat’s a boy supposed to do?The killer in me is the killer in […]
In Sickness And Health
The cruelty of this world persistsThe cold wind speaks for our lostWhispering words, weaving worldsHer time has come, alas A man with opened eyesOne stopped out of a dreamWith a view held within his mindThe tears for his bride redeem Watching this world falling apartLike the dreams in a shallow sleepCountless are the nights they […]
Roll It Over
I can give a hundred million reasonsTo build a barricadeI blame it on the changing of the seasonsThe thoughts that I’ve conveyed Does it make it all right?It doesn’t make it all right To roll it over my soul and leave me hereRoll it over my soul and leave me here Look around at all […]
Demolition Man
Let me loose, I just got back I was pushed and I got dragged I tasted mud, I tasted wine I’ve kissed the life I’ve left behind So say I choose to stick around I’ve got news for this here town I kick the ball, I catch the bus And raise the roof for all […]
I'm Back
Chorus: Eminem (repeat 4X) That’s why they call me Slim Shady (I’m Back) I’m Back (I’m Back) [SLIM SHADY!] I’m Back [Eminem] I murder a rhyme one word at a time You never heard of a mind as perverted as mine You better get rid of that nine it ain’t gonna help What good’s it […]
Retrato
Mi infancia son recuerdos de un patio de SevillaY un huerto claro donde madura el limonero;Mi juventud, veinte años en tierras de Castilla;Mi historia, algunos casos que recordar no quiero. Ni un seductor Mañara ni un Bradomin he sido -Ya conocéis mi torpe aliño indumentario -;Más recibí la flecha que me asignó Cupido, Y amé […]